Concept Of Chance

Some people will slip away if let go

When asked to stand still amidst a movement of soul

They won't simply stand

For the concept of chance

With those between their ankles

I could not have asked for him to wait

But I wish he would have known

If he would have just stood still

He would still be here for me to call home

To call home

And I know why I am here

Cuz baby I am not not people

To me that is so clear

That as this world keep sinking deeper

I will simply stand

For the concept of chance

With those between my ankles

Oh, I could not have asked for him to wait

But I wish he would have known

If he would have just stood still

He would still be here for me to call home

To call home

Some people will slip away if let go

When asked to stand still

Amidst a movement of soul

They won't simply stand

For the concept of chance

With those between their ankles

With those between their ankles