Standing at the doorway of a brand new scene
Being on the outside is nothing new to me
But I'm still always waiting for someone to invite me in
Wishing my way into a sense of false belonging
Been on the run since I was a baby girl
For better or worse it's taught me how to navigate this world
Changing who I am whenever somebody tells me to
'Cause fitting is how I thought you knew they loved you
I'm at the end of my rope
Climbing past the point of holding out hope
I'm at the end of the road of being on the run
My chasing days are done
Daddy was a sailor and moved us port to port
Mama did her best to make each home feel warm
We watched her dreams fade with each setting Sun living just for us
A woman like that teaches you how to trust in love
I'm at the end of my rope
Climbing past the point of holding out hope
I'm at the end of the road of being on the run
My chasing days are done
Somewhere along the way I learned about joy and pain
That a little bit of kindness goes a long way
Standing on your own can be such a lonely place
But feeling whole and home shouldn’t be an endless race
