What’s the difference between you and me?
To me it’s kind of small, to you it’s like a prison.
What’s the difference between you and me
To me it almost happens, to you it almost isn’t.
How did you become so sure?

Your girlfriend never smiles, no one ever calls.
You begin to wonder if they were your friends at all.
You frown, you take a look around.
You shout, this’ll never get better.

But the doubt that you grow in your field is sprouting
turning your field into a deeper valley.

You’d find
the mountains aren’t so high
if you’d only try
to do better

9:33 in the traffic at the stoplight
somebody hits you, nothing ever goes right
in the gridlock, nothing ever goes right.

But it’s just a little scratch, not a permanent scar.
Just a tiny dent, you don’t need a new car.
Just a little mess, your dreams aren’t shattered.
You climb up while I hold the ladder.

You’d find
the mountains aren’t so high

How many times I’ve tried, how many times I’ve missed and I’ve tried
How many times I’ve tried, how many times I’ve missed and I’ve tried
When everything’s so difficult, I feel so low
I find a better view on the other side of the window.

So that’s the difference between you and me.

What if you believed the grass could grow
up through the snow, it’s possible

You’d find
the mountains aren’t so high
if you’d only try
to do better than get by

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