| And how long would you say I’d have to wait?
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| I’ve been feeling around these white washed walls watching the time slip away
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| They think I’m strong, they think I’m brave
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| But the walls around me are closing in
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| It’s getting harder every day
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| I know this isn’t me, or who I’m supposed to be
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| I’ve been weak for weeks
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| I’ve been losing sleep trying to stay up on my feet
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| You see, I hate these streets
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| They just remind me of defeat
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| And home could never mean anything if it never wanted me
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| And how can I believe in anything?
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| And I’m sorry. |
| It’s just the way I have to deal
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| Because I’ve been searching for something real
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| and dragging the coast to see where I left myself
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| And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me
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| I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe
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| But I would never change a thing.
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| It’s never been hard for me
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| to make excuses for this life I lead
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| Without these sleepless nights I swear I couldn’t breathe
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| They are the best and worst of me
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| I need to find a place
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| to store my peace of mind
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| A way to face the worst of days
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| if no one is on my side
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| I’ve got to find a way to believe
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| And I’m sorry. |
| It’s just the way I have to deal
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| Because I’ve been searching for something real
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| and dragging the coast to see where I left myself
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| And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me
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| I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe
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| But I would never change a thing.
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| Where do we go? |
| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| I’ve got to find my way back
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| and find something to call my own
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| Where do we go? |
| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| I’ve got to find my way back
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| and find something to call my own
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| And I’m sorry. |
| It’s just the way I have to deal
|
| Because I’ve been searching for something real
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| and dragging the coast to see where I left myself
|
| And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me
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| I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe
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| But I would never change a thing.
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| Where do we go? |
| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Where do we go? |
| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go from here? |