Worn Roads Rising

I've started fires I never fed,

Left a hundred half-built dreams for dead,

Every time it got a little slow,

I told myself it wasn't meant to grow.

But maybe growing's not the fastest thing,

Maybe silence comes before you

sing,

I keep mistaking quiet for defeat,

When quiet's just the space between the beat.

So here's to the ones who start again,

Who've quit a hundred times and tried again,

It ain't too late,

it's never too soon to quit

—

Quitting on quitting, that's the trick to it.

I don't need the world to move at speed,

I just need to trust the thing I planted's a seed,

Not every harvest comes the season you sow,

Some things just take a little longer

to grow.

So if you're tired,

and you're low on proof,

And the world feels slow,

and you feel like the fool

— You're not behind,

you're just still in the fight,

Stay one more round,

stay one more night.

So here's to the ones who start again,

Who've quit a hundred times and tried again,

It ain't too late,

it's never too soon to quit

—

Quitting on quitting, that's the trick to it,

That's the trick to it.

(that's the trick to it)