Belong
What is the secret writing of the heart?
Why do we listen and follow its path off a cliff
Why do I search for something I don't know thats real
Listening to the song of the wind I know I'm on borrowed time
So I spend my time reading other people's words
But, what is meant for me?
Dancing as nobody watches and finding my footsteps in the air
With no safety net and no guiding light
I'm every night reminded that this is my life
I always was the boy on the swings as the others all ran home
but that is my path and I'll not question my cards
I play my hand unafraid to fold
Still, when you see the lips of others tasting the fruit you yearn for,
Can you keep on smiling as you dismiss yourself downcast eyes?
I can, I must, and I do
How long do I keep trudging the fields looking for something that may not be there?
Knowing that the marks of my past mistakes are there for everybody to see?
Will the kitten be taken out of the rain?
I don't want to cause any pain, theres been too much to go around already
I just want to know that I'm wanted
Will i ever really truly belong?
So many coat hooks have been opened up for me
And my heart runneth over in gratitude
But where is the one that I will be able to hang my cape
No empty promises or "discreet" moments in truck cabs
No envious glances at other's necks
Will I ever Belong?
Why do we listen and follow its path off a cliff
Why do I search for something I don't know thats real
Listening to the song of the wind I know I'm on borrowed time
So I spend my time reading other people's words
But, what is meant for me?
Dancing as nobody watches and finding my footsteps in the air
With no safety net and no guiding light
I'm every night reminded that this is my life
I always was the boy on the swings as the others all ran home
but that is my path and I'll not question my cards
I play my hand unafraid to fold
Still, when you see the lips of others tasting the fruit you yearn for,
Can you keep on smiling as you dismiss yourself downcast eyes?
I can, I must, and I do
How long do I keep trudging the fields looking for something that may not be there?
Knowing that the marks of my past mistakes are there for everybody to see?
Will the kitten be taken out of the rain?
I don't want to cause any pain, theres been too much to go around already
I just want to know that I'm wanted
Will i ever really truly belong?
So many coat hooks have been opened up for me
And my heart runneth over in gratitude
But where is the one that I will be able to hang my cape
No empty promises or "discreet" moments in truck cabs
No envious glances at other's necks
Will I ever Belong?