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Yeah
Sometimes you just need a place to stand still
Before you make your move
On the corner of the avenue,
under the shade Where the plans for the future finally get made
Weathered green wood and the iron frame strong I sit right here
where my doubts are all gone Watch the world spin by in
a blur of fast pace But I find my focus in this
static space Cold winter morning or a hot summer night
This is my spot where the vision gets bright Taking a breath,
clearing my head Believing the words that I haven't yet said Ready
to rise, ready to run
This is my anchor,
this is my ground
When the noise of the city gets too loud
I sit on my bench and I see the whole view From
this little wooden seat,
the world looks new
Yeah, the world looks new
No reservations, no ticket,
no fee Just a front-row ticket to who I want to be
I carve my initials right into the grain
A little reminder of surviving the pain Every heavy lift starts with
sitting back down To gather the strength to reclaim my crown So
here is my tribute,
my monument stone On this green park bench,
I am never alone
Taking a breath, clearing my head Believing the words that I haven't
yet said
Ready to rise,
ready to run This is my anchor,
this is my ground
When the noise of the city gets too loud
I sit on my bench and I see the whole view From
this little wooden seat,
the world looks new
Yeah, the world looks new
Right here
My favorite
spot Yeah