Some weeks I can’t carry myself.
So weak, I don’t know how I’ve made it.
I don’t believe I’ve burned these bridges.
You know that I don’t like heights?
I’m not afraid to go back.
Not afraid to walk on.
Afraid of wandering aimlessly
with no one to share my song.
Something chase me somewhere I should go.
Someone chase me into the unknown.
I’m supposed to be going home.
Some days I’m so proud of myself.
So dazed, no wonder I walked through it.
I don’t believe I burned those bridges,
they must be around the bend.
Time, distance, silence –
where do you end?
Chase me, race me, face me.
I don’t bend.