Funky Monkey Babys

We still aren't much of anything, and in our hands
In our hands we've got nothing
We're hammered by the rain and blown on by the wind, but we won't giv eup
We don't want to give up
So certainly we'll grasp ahold of something one day

We still aren't much of anything, and in our hands
In our hands we've got nothing
We're hammered by the rain and blown on by the wind, but we won't giv eup
We don't want to give up
So certainly we'll grasp ahold of something one day
Don't you think so? Don't you think so?

Where did everyone go? I've been left all alone
God, if you can, take me back to those innocent days once more
I'm scared of the unforseeable future, I'm scared of the expectations of everyone around me
I want to run away to the first page of an old dust covered photo album
But yet, but yet, another new morning begins
Waiting for the night like this, like this, makes me sad
My timid dreams that seem like they may be crushed
No matter how uncool they may be
Since I'm a crybaby, I'll bask in the rain of tears just like a crybaby would

We still aren't much of anything, and in our hands
In our hands we've got nothing
We're hammered by the rain and blown on by the wind, but we won't giv eup
We don't want to give up
So certainly we'll grasp ahold of something one day
Don't you think so? Don't you think so?

Do you really want to do the things that you're doing right now?
Are you really doing the things you're doing right now for yourself?
Backtracking or standing still, sometimes looking back
My emtions are entangled in the confusion and conflicts in my heart
On my way back home, from the south Hachiouji exit to my place
I always see my friends and family, who I look forward to seeing
But I'm comfortable in depending on the kindnesses of others
"Is that really alright, I wonder?" I carry those feelings with me
If there's something bothering you, then change it; Move forward one step at a time

We still aren't much of anything, and in our hands
In our hands we've got nothing
We're hammered by the rain and blown on by the wind, but we won't giv eup
We don't want to give up
So certainly we'll grasp ahold of something one day
Don't you think so? Don't you think so?

I was always searching for a place where I could be myself
I'll take my pathetic little bit of courage and my embarrassingly large hopes
And hoist them in my heart forever

We still aren't much of anything, and we don't know anything either
We don't know a single thing, but we laughed together
Hand in hand, arm in arm, at that riverbed
At that riverbed, we'll sing a song like this together again

We still aren't much of anything, and in our hands
In our hands we've got nothing
We're hammered by the rain and blown on by the wind, but we won't giv eup
We don't want to give up
So certainly we'll grasp ahold of something one day
Don't you think so? Don't you think so?