I don't know, just where I'm going tomorrow, it's a little overwhelming
And the air is cold and I'm not the same anymore.
I've been running, in your direction for too long now.
Lost my own reflection and I can't look down if your not there to catch me when I fall.
If this is the moment I stand here on my own.
If this is my right of passage that somehow leads me home.
I might be afraid but it's my turn to be brave.