if you packed a bag for the rest of your lifenwould you take that paper airplane if you knew it might not flynwould you take your mother's gravestone and your father's sorry lifenwould you take your music player if the batteries might die one nightnwould you take the moon if you'd never see the lightnwould you take your brother's smile if you knew that it might cry sometimesnntonight you'll see nthe things that mean most are painted in uncertaintynnand they go awaynand you will never see it coming, nonand you will never see it coming nwhen they go awaynand you will never see it coming, nonyou will never see itnnif you packed a bag for the rest of your lifenand you had to choose between your sound and your sightnwould you take the wind would you take a falling star nor take that which you think you arentrade it all for one more bag nturn your back, run awaynntonight you'll see nthe things that mean most are painted in uncertaintynnand they go awaynand you will never see it coming, nonand you will never see it coming nwhen they go awaynand you will never see it coming, nonyou will never see itnngo awaynyou will never see it coming, nonyou will never see it coming nwhen they go awaynyou will never see it coming, nonyou will never see it, you'll never see itnthey go awaynyou will never see it coming, nonyou will never see it, you'll never see itnthey go away