The Life Inside

There’s a little house beside the ocean,

Where the mornings move in slow motion.

There’s a city where nobody knows me,

Where I dance in the rain like a movie.

There’s a version of me who says what’s on her mind,

Who takes the long road and doesn’t watch the time.

She’s got a passport full of places she’s been,

And a thousand little stories tucked under her skin.

I go there when the room gets quiet,

When the real world gets a little too loud.

Nobody knows about my secret life,

But I think I’m ready to let it out.

There’s a whole other life inside my head,

Words I never said,

roads I never left.

I’m a thousand different people in a thousand different places,

Wearing different names and unfamiliar faces.

Oh, the life I live in my head,

Sometimes it feels more real than my bed.

Maybe I’m not dreaming just to get away,

Maybe I’m rehearsing for the life I’ll make someday.

In one life, I’m a singer on a stage,

In another, I’m a stranger on a train.

Sometimes I fall in love in foreign cities,

Sometimes I leave before they learn my name.

I have arguments I win at last,

Comebacks for conversations in the past.

I build whole worlds before I sleep,

Then wake up with their memories following me.

I go there when the room gets quiet,

When the real world gets a little too loud.

Nobody knows about my secret life,

But I think I’m ready to let it out. (ooh)

There’s a whole other life inside my head,

Words I never said,

roads I never left.

I’m a thousand different people in a thousand different places,

Wearing different names and unfamiliar faces.

Oh, the life I live in my head,

Sometimes it feels more real than my bed.

Maybe I’m not dreaming just to get away,

Maybe I’m rehearsing for the life I’ll make someday.

What if all these places mean something?

What if all these dreams aren’t random things?

What if every little world I make

Is a piece of me I’m learning to create?

I don’t need to live a thousand lives,

I just need to give one life a try.

There’s a whole other life inside my head,

All the things I feared,

all the roads ahead.

I’m a thousand different people,

but I’m starting to see That the one I’ve been imagining is

waiting here in me.

(waiting here in me) Oh,

the life I live in my head,

Maybe it’s a map and not a place to hide.

Maybe all the dreams I thought were make-believe Are little pieces of

the life that’s calling me.

There’s a little house beside the ocean,

And a girl who finally sets things in motion.

Maybe she’s not somewhere far ahead.

Maybe she’s the life inside my head.