There's a man (here?) out in the corner, he's been asking me for change
and I could use some.
Think I could use some, sometimes all these things slow me down.
Like the concrete that's been sticking to the bottom of my shoes,
Soles worn and tired, have started wearing through
I can feel them, heavier now
Theres a hole here in my pocket it reminds me of the ways
I am hungry
Always running, for an open door
On the highway heavy-hearted, humming just to hear a sound
Loneliness it lingers through unfamiliar towns
All of them stunning, but none of them home
And I dont know if I live like this for peace of mind
Can't say if I do it for the foolish pride
Maybe its all just to prove that I'm alive
I'm alive
So I tell myself I'm brave
I swear that I'm bold, but I'm afraid it isn't so
Maybe I'm nothing more
Than alone
Am I running just to run
Sometimes its seems running is all i've ever done
But is there something more to settle for that I have given up
Does this fickle heart feel trapped in love
Is something more to settle for, have I just give up?
Does my fickle heart still believe in
Love
