Am I Wrong
Have I Got This Right
Am I Missing The MomentAm I A Sign Of The Times
Like The Notch On A Buckle
That Won′t Pull Tight
Well I've Seen Some Things Honey That God Wouldn′t Touch With A Knife
To Leave It Behind Is Like Grieving The Dead Sometimes

I Have So Many Places That Feel Like Home
I've Known So Many Faces That My Head Can't Keep A Hold
Remember When We Prayed For Rain
And Those Nights Would Keep Us Warm
We Tore Apart The Old, But I′ve Since Gone Back And Missed It All

Sometimes
We All Hide Behind Those Fears
Of Getting Caught Up Here
And Breaking Out Through The Atmosphere
And I Wonder
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do We Go From Here

I Have So Many Places That Feel Like Home
I′ve Known So Many Faces That My Head Can't Keep A Hold
Remember When We Prayed For Rain
And Those Nights Would Keep Us Warm
We Tore Apart The Old, But I′ve Since Gone Back And Missed It All

Sometimes
We All Hide Behind Those Fears
Of Getting Caught Up Here
And Breaking Out Through The Atmosphere
And I Wonder
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do I Go From Here