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(hummmm) Stuck in the mud,
trying to find my footing...
Every morning starts exactly like the day before
Staring at the ceiling,
waiting on an open door
Coffee's getting cold, the television's humming low
Got a heavy chest and nowhere left to really go Methodical steps,
I trace the cracks along the floor
Wondering if I can find the man I was before The routine
is a cage, the comfort is a heavy chain Looking out the
window, watching for a cleansing rain
Climbing up the walls of this familiar rut
Every door is locked but I will find a way to cut
Through the heavy fog that's hanging on my mind Leave the tired
shadows
far behind
(yeah,
far behind) I pack up the regrets and put 'em in a
dusty drawer No longer keeping score of things I can't afford I
laced my shoes up tight,
I took a step into the cold Unwriting all the lies that
my anxieties told It's a slow climb,
inch by inch against the hill
But if I stay in place,
the world is standing still I feel the friction now,
the engine starts to turn
From every little failure there's a spark to learn
Climbing up the walls of this familiar rut
Every door is locked but I will find a way to cut
Through the heavy fog that's hanging on my mind
Leave the tired shadows
far behind
Step by step...
Out of the dark. (ahhhh)
We're moving now.