You don’t know much about me.
Hey, I don’t know much about you.
But please understand that I don’t care what you’ve done.
I care for you.
I want you to know that there are people
You’re among the human race.
So how could a person like you be alone?
Well, I know, ’cause been in your place.
I want you to know a thing or two though
From the bottom of my heart.
The world has been a forgiving place
So you can be forgiven too.
Sometimes the world gives you lemons
That you’ve got to crush on your hands
And from destruction comes the lemonade
That makes me want to dance.
Oh stranger we’ve got cuts and bruises
All hold lemons in our hands
You know the hardest thing you’ll ever do
Is feel that burning lemon juice.