Tired and I am angry at the nature of it all Fighting just to find myself a breath
Gets hard to see the meaning maybe it's just like you said
Today was just a little better than my best
In the face of my depression I can hardly see the sun
Peeking out behind the wreckage that gets left
I can't easily forget it No, it ain't just in my head
Today was just a little better than my best
* So, strike a chord Sing a song Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
'Cause in this life There will be trouble And there's no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord Sing a song And spread the ashes
Always think that I am humble 'Til the moment passes by
Starts a fire I can't control inside my chest
Sweet reminders of the growing up That hasn't happened yet
Today was just a little better than my best
