I heard with every new heartbreak
we reach a little further out
to find new love and purpose;
one we cannot do without

But the reaching can be so hard
if you believe your arms are broke
and so we stretch our limbs out slowly
and we adorn ourselves in hope

And so I pray your arms are sturdy
and I pray your reach is long
I’ll hold out hope your grasp is solid
and one day you will belong

If we’re all sending out smoke signals,
then watch the skyline up above
I hope for love myself, and dear,
I hope that soon you will be loved.