Lyrics

Watching, waiting for something to arrive
Upstream, downstream
Standing on the side
Behind me is the house I’ve built
From the ground to the sky
Where would I go if I had to decide?
 
Inside these doors on well-worn floors
Sit pieces of my past
All my furniture
That was made to last
My home’s familiar but is it getting stale?
Comfort and security can also be a jail.
 
Stop looking back
You have to move on
If you look back you’re chained to your past so break the chains.
Stop looking back
You have to move on
See where the river bends and go there
Go there