There's a man (here?) out in the corner, he's been asking me for change And I could use some. Think I could use some, sometimes all these things slow me down. Like the concrete that's been sticking to the bottom of my shoes, Soles worn and tired, have started wearing through I can feel them, heavier now Theres a hole here in my pocket it reminds me of the ways I am hungry Always running, for an open door On the highway heavy-hearted, humming just to hear a sound Loneliness it lingers through unfamiliar towns All of them stunning, but none of them home And I dont know if I live like this for peace of mind Can't say if I do it for the foolish pride Maybe its all just to prove that I'm alive I'm alive So I tell myself I'm brave I swear that I'm bold, but I'm afraid it isn't so Maybe I'm nothing more Than alone Am I running just to run Sometimes its seems running is all i've ever done But is there something more to settle for that I have given up Does this fickle heart feel trapped in love Is something more to settle for, have I just give up? Does my fickle heart still believe in Love