I spent all my life

Worried about the little things

Running away from all those little things

But when you're running away

Stop to think about where you're going

'Cause you might find you don't like where you've arrived

 

And oh, after all these years I find that I

I'm running home

 

I spent all my money

Paying off all the money that I spent

And after years of shouldering these obligations

My back is fully bent

 

But oh, if I stand up straight I'll see that I

I've surely grown

 

(Bum bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum)

Everyday I walk away losing some faith, mostly in myself

And I see that nothing is good and strong

Without first being wrong

Are you feeling sick

Are you weak and empty

Like you can't run home

Or you have not grown at all, yeah

 

And oh, find your peace when you are faced with war

When you're weak and you are poor

'Cause we're meant for so much more