I'm 25 tomorrow, should I be worried?
Half my life is gone past, incomplete resolutions
Tired of fighting myself, it's together from now on.
I’m getting off this treadmill and walk the stony road.

Left the city of my dreams, to find my life some reason
I am staying at friend’s home, somewhere in Bogota
She says better things will follow, I’ve heard it all before
I guess I’ll just hang on and get high on this ride.

Promises to keep so, I’m following the light
Lot of things may change, I’ll still be about the little things.