I believe most people are good Maybe that's my downfall 'Cause if pride goes first, do you think I could stay on the wall? 'Cause my ego is stripped to the wood Maybe that's alright now 'Cause if I kept up, I'd lose hold of who I was anyhow Maybe I had to run off to the woods To see the forest for the trees Maybe I had to put off what I could To see who would stay and who would leave Now I believe Most everyone could Cut their fingers down some Let the blood run freely unknowingly salting the loam No one said Matt, I think you should cut your losses now Go pick up your mess, Just pack up the tents and go home! Maybe I had to run off to the woods To see the forest for the trees Maybe I had to put off what I could To see who would stay and who would leave And here I dreamt I was sent to a cold And hostile place to meet the beast And how I felt that those labyrinth walls Could hold off a siege from all of Crete And in this dream The endless halls of barrier walls The hungry call of something I could not see Drifting into sight, the on air light disrupts my plight A thousand eyes were on me But I think most people are good And I know that's my downfall But if pride goes first, why am I the one to take every fall? Even though my work is unparalleled Even Though my work is done Maybe I had to run off to the woods To see the forest for the trees Maybe I had to put off what I could To see who would stay and who would leave Maybe I had to run off to the woods To see the forest for the trees Maybe I had to put off something good To see who was waiting for me Now I believe Most people are good!