Act Your Age

I started running
From that face in the mirror
From all the lines
We’ve etched into the palms of our hands
We’re still running
It’s 6AM and I’m driving
I just watched the sun come up
We’ve been treading concrete for hours now
Counting minutes 'till I can get some sleep
Somewhere, somehow
It’s one of those moments (one of those moments)
Where your mind swims with doubt
Like a preacher, knees bent
Like a preacher, searching for answers to…
Is this a dead end?
Is this the way out?
10,000 miles, 45 days
So close to home, so tired
You can see it on everyone’s face
Still we saw it all, you and I
And all we needed:
A pen, a page, a guitar, a van, a house, a stage
Is this a dead end?
Is this the way out?
In my 25 years
I’ve had my fears and shed my tears
But no one can take this away from me now