Don't know where I thought I'd be,
or who, or what, if anybody,
but with three decades behind me,
it wasn't s'posed to be here.
Had in mind what I would do,
but opportunities were far and few.
I told myself I was just passing through,
and yet I'm still here.
So life goes on and on,
never asking if you're coming too.
There's a moment you realize it's gone;
your chance is behind you,
it's gone.
It hurts to know I bear the fault,
too scared to leap for fear I'd fall.
Now sinking slowly against this wall
also known as 'here.'
Who can know which road to choose.
Each choice a risk, another chance to lose.
You can't get hurt if you never move--
That's how I ended up here.
So life goes on and on,
never asking if you're coming too.
There's a moment you realize it's gone;
your chance is behind you,
it's gone.
But one day in the future near,
when I have set aside my fears,
I'll take the wheel and finally steer
somewhere away from here.
Take back my life and finally steer,
away from here.
