Текст песни Resting Place - Joe Turone

C'mon, let me learn
There's hours to fill my days with such concern
For things that don't ever occur
Cos daylight is a safe space
At the same time, it's encaging
Can I hate life in the same dream?
And be less audible

Cos it's all out of my hands
But somehow I pick it apart in time
To earn my resting place

My routine hits the ice
I obsess over curbing my stress
But then overlook the price
(I doze at the witness stand)
My wings never open if the gavel won't strike

But evidence suggests that
I'm a statue with a breath right now
I confess I can be a little focused
A little anxious
A little hopeless but
I just wanna make sure that I make the most of my days
I abandoned my post yet I'm stuck in my ways and

It's all out of my hands
But somehow I pick it apart in time
To earn my resting place

Oh I'm stumbling around and all I see is sky
Endless and open to what I can provide
But why does that make me yearn for an ending?

I sat and watched then became the debris
A tin man left out in the sleet
Still chasing that path unwinding
Blink or blindly stare

Then just as I go to break
A moment appears
When you think about how far you came
Remember you've changed
But that you're still here