I've been out on my own
I have waited for lights
I've hurried past towns
In need of new ways
I've been out on my own
In the brush with no color
On my way with no others
I've been out here slippin
When they tell me I'm growing
They tell me I'm growing everyday
I've been two hundred hours
With hearing all lies
Lost on a one way highway
With no exits
Carrying empty bags
That were heavier than horses
Waiting to start and remembering that it did
I've been right where I should be
But not where I want
I'm not where I want to be
Imagining a future
Where someone knows what these words me
And they argue for validity
And then everyone gives up
And everyone remembers
That there isn't one line
That they're waiting to find
That'll set straight for all time
What we're all about
What we're all about
I've been waiting here
Looking and hoping to stop time
I am not on my own
I'm surrounded by light
Moving slow through old towns
Finding new ways
We are not on our own
We're in the woods made of color
Just looking around at each other
We're out here growing
Growing together like a tree