Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Up in the air is...where I spin
Making the best of...the rest of these times
Following in my own footsteps away...from enemy lines
Where am I going...when I don't know where I've been
'Cause I'm, up in the air that's...where I spin
Taking the long route to where my....compass points
Guiding me to wherever....I belong
Kicking up the dust of worn out dreams
Faded promises now under my feet
Putting down your suitcase at the enemy line
Following my steps to a better time
Where am I going?
There's a road around the bend
Trusting the air will take me where...it feel good on my skin
Got the road beneath me and the wind by my side
Making the best of the rest of these times
Picking up the pieces of these broken dreams
Tossing them like stepping stones, going downstream
Now I know where I am going
There's a world beyond the bend
So I'm taking my time...letting my compass find
A place that, feels good on my skin
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