To the sound, of his music;
When it plays, my heart goes quiet.
Someday, I’ll spread my wings and kick through this door;
As far as that.

But, don't you feel this emotion of dread, though?
When you follow it.
It's turning me, 'round again, and I'm back to where I'd just started:
Wondering, what I am.

Well, say it's been a while, since I've been this way.
About each choice I can make, but the stress never ends.
Well, say it's been some time, since I've had this thing inside of me,
That there's just not enough time...

…to chase all of my dreams.
That there's a special need in me.
That there's a place I should be, rather than here…
And it's always calling me...​