| And how long would you say I’d have to wait? | 
| I’ve been feeling around these white washed walls watching the time slip away | 
| They think I’m strong, they think I’m brave | 
| But the walls around me are closing in | 
| It’s getting harder every day | 
| I know this isn’t me, or who I’m supposed to be | 
| I’ve been weak for weeks | 
| I’ve been losing sleep trying to stay up on my feet | 
| You see, I hate these streets | 
| They just remind me of defeat | 
| And home could never mean anything if it never wanted me | 
| And how can I believe in anything? | 
| And I’m sorry. | 
| It’s just the way I have to deal | 
| Because I’ve been searching for something real | 
| and dragging the coast to see where I left myself | 
| And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me | 
| I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe | 
| But I would never change a thing. | 
| It’s never been hard for me | 
| to make excuses for this life I lead | 
| Without these sleepless nights I swear I couldn’t breathe | 
| They are the best and worst of me | 
| I need to find a place | 
| to store my peace of mind | 
| A way to face the worst of days | 
| if no one is on my side | 
| I’ve got to find a way to believe | 
| And I’m sorry. | 
| It’s just the way I have to deal | 
| Because I’ve been searching for something real | 
| and dragging the coast to see where I left myself | 
| And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me | 
| I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe | 
| But I would never change a thing. | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go from here? | 
| I’ve got to find my way back | 
| and find something to call my own | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go from here? | 
| I’ve got to find my way back | 
| and find something to call my own | 
| And I’m sorry. | 
| It’s just the way I have to deal | 
| Because I’ve been searching for something real | 
| and dragging the coast to see where I left myself | 
| And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me | 
| I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe | 
| But I would never change a thing. | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go from here? | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go? | 
| Where do we go from here? |