sometimes i’m miles from where i want to be
can’t shake the shoulda and oughta be
and like that tattered book on a dusty shelf
i’m back in the story i keep telling myself
this time i know it’s gonna change
i’ll rearrange my point of view
and maybe try something new
like trying nothing at all
and i’ll just fall upon your grace
look in the mirror at this face
and let you hold my heart and mind
and wait until i find a place
where i can rest and play
like a zillow treasure a brand new home
Lord help me i’m so prone to roam
and wander away
i wonder if you can help me find my way
to the place
where i want to be