Where The Wild Grow

I woke up with a stranger’s name Written somewhere I can’t reach

There’s a photograph inside my head But every face is out of

speech

I’ve chased the feeling down dead ends Through cities I’ve never known

Every road becomes a question

Every night becomes my own

And maybe something took the pieces

Maybe I was meant to lose them

But there’s a rhythm underneath me

That I never learned to choose

So I’ll follow where the wild things grow Where the rain still

falls and the rivers run

If I can’t remember where I came from

I’ll make somewhere worth coming from

Let the world keep turning underneath my feet Let the sky remind

me I’ll still free

I don’t need to know who I was To know what I

believe (ahhh) I’ve seen the hands that take too much Leave nothing

where they came

Build their monuments from broken ground Then wonder why it never stays

But I’ve also seen a single seed Split the pavement after years

A little life can break through anything If somebody gives it room

to breathe

Maybe that’s the reason I’m still standing Maybe that’s the thread I

couldn’t lose

Something in me keeps reaching outward Even when I don’t know why

I do

So I’ll follow where the wild things grow Where the rain still

falls and the rivers run

If I can’t remember where I came from

I’ll make somewhere worth coming from

Let the world keep turning underneath my feet Let the sky remind

me I’ll still free

I don’t need to know who I was To know what I

believe

There are nights I feel a door behind me

Something waiting just beyond the dark

A voice I almost recognize

A shadow reaching for my heart

Maybe there’s a life I once belonged to Maybe there are people

I once knew If remembering would bring it all back Would I

still choose not to?

I don’t know. But if forgetting made me empty

Why am I still full of things to give?

Why does every dying garden Make me want to help it live?

So I’ll follow where the wild things grow Where the morning finds

the broken ones If I can’t recover what I’ve lost I’ll protect

what’s left for everyone Let the world keep turning underneath my feet

Let the roots run deeper than the grief I don’t need to

know who I was To decide who I’ll be And if someday

the pieces find me

If some forgotten door swings wide I won’t be afraid of what

is waiting

I won’t run from what I left behind Until then I’ll keep

moving forward Leaving something better in my wake Maybe I don’t know

my own beginning But I can choose what I create I

don’t know my name

I don’t know the road I don’t know the hands That once

held me close

But I know this much— Wherever I go I’ll leave something living

Where the

wild things grow