For all the small people, and the tall people
For the dispossesed and the observers
For all the brokenhearted, and the recently departed
And the unwashed and the unheard

Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
Broken moulds in a grand design
We look a mess but we're doing fine
We're card carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds

For all the lonely faces in those empty spaces
For the unloved and the denied
For the little wheel, turning bigger deal
For all dreams that bloom and those that die

Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
Broken moulds in a grand design
We look a mess but we're doing fine
We're card carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds

It's why the oak tree in the wind that blows my friend
And the river finds its end in the sea 'yes it does

Mother Nature don't draw staight lines
Broken moulds in a grand design
We look a mess but we're doing fine
We're card carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
Broken moulds in a grand design
Let's stand up for one last time
We're card carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds