| There’s a line upon my face
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| And a new one that awaits me every morning
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| And every other line will only sing about a road that I never chose
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| But the time I turned around another day just slips away without a warning
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| And the little things I love will only amplify the little things I know
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| I took the pages of my life and then I tore that book apart
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| And on every single line I see the hardest place to find me is in my heart
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| Decisions that I made, I never saw them all the way to see the ending
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| But like any other man, I’ve had the dream where I can see my baby lights
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| And every word I know are only letters I never end up sending
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| And it eats up alive that every night I can’t go down without a fight
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| I took the pages of my life and then I tore that book apart
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| And on every single line I see the hardest place to find me is in my heart
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| Oh, and maybe one day I’m gonna feel it coming and hit me in the night
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| Like a flashing road of lights or a left turn from the right
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| And maybe one day the feeling will come and torn me on the side
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| And then maybe I can start to see this world alive
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| 'Cause everybody always says that they were cool that moment when it hits you
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| And now I’m here to take the hit, I’ll leave my number and away for your
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| response
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| And one day I’ll awake and heaven help me, I’ll get the brighter picture
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| And when that day arrives I hope I’ll know exactly what I want
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| 'Cause I took the pages of my life and then I tore that book apart
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| And on every single line I see the hardest place to find me is the places in my
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| heart
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| Now I’m looking for the light that’s gonna take me from the dark
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| And now I think I realize that home is where it starts |