I sometimes wonder when my mind will catch up
Whoever thought us up had something in mind
I never can tell if I’m learning or just surviving
I just hope I’m a chord somebody is trying to find

The sign said the line for life starts right here
I looked down and it was where I was standing
But is it Rome or my own home, how to know?
Maybe it has something to do with not pretending

I don’t have a ticket but it’s playing in my head
But they can’t tell you if you’re the salt or the water
The ocean is beautiful but you can’t drink from it
Whoever made us won’t say why it’s mixed together

I decided a t-shirt was enough of a statement today
But I had to be sure that how I lived could be worn
The only thing that made sense was either a word
Or a picture of a man dreaming of being reborn

You had to tell me the limits of my capacity
It was as if you told me tomorrow was my last day
I can’t question myself all the time or else what?
That’s the choice, a question or a time to feel okay

I saw a man shrug who could make people happy
He walked away thinking he missed his chance
Everyone else wished they were him for a moment
But whoever made us won’t let us wear his pants

The things that hold tight the most can’t be seen
The light forms at the line between heaven and earth
We can choose which way to go while darkness decides
The only path to take is the one that challenges your worth

Every promise I ever made  was important in the end
I never told anyone things like I would except if they did
We can believe in nothing and rearrange furniture at will
But breaking a promise became a life from which you hid