I’ve been thinking, all my friends are growing up,
And as the lights go down, we sit and talk
About busy lives and who we’ll be,
and how High School really wasn’t all that bad.

Now he’s in between jobs and she plans to move away,
But I’ve got my dreams in a book of things
That I swore I’d do someday.
Am I moving forward? Am I doing all I can?
Cause I’m stuck between all Your plans for me,
And my hometown scenery.

I may not look like much, but I know who I want to be,
I live two separate lives, but both are what I want of me,
If comfort’s how we gauge the rate of progress in our lives,
I’ll watch the people pass me by, as I’m standing on the interstate line.

I’ve been drifting, relationships that came and went,
Remembering all those times I said too much,
In hopes to prove who I was, still I pick the pieces up with eyes held shut.

Shouldn’t change feel right? Have I made some grave mistake?
I know these things can come at once
And sometimes it’s hard to take.

You said “son, know who you are is not who you’re going to be. The road is long, but we’ll get there. Put your cares on Me.�