Halfway to Memphis
Driving in the rain
Self confidence slipping
Still running awayFrom the face in the mirror
The lines on the face
From New York City
To the San Francisco BayFrom the ghost in the closet
The monkey on your back
From the one that really knows you
Been there watching your back
But the fire in your belly still burnsJust be yourself
You're like no one else
There's nobody like you
You can't find it on the shelfJust let the world know
That you're ready for show
Count 3 and let go
Before you turn around and go home
Turn aroundDown by the Lilikoi
Near the old stone wall
There time stands still
Yet the water still fallsThere nothing much changes
But the seasons still change
Just wishing and hoping
To break even againYou take these things with you
You take 'em to the heart
But take nothing for granted
Well, there's a good place to start
Until you feel like circle againJust be yourself
You're like no one else
There's nobody like you
You can't find it on the shelfJust let the world know
That you're ready for show
Count 3 and let go
Before you turn around and go homeThere ain't no sanctuary
Young Jeff Buckley blood
You're halfway to Memphis
In the Mississippi mudYeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeahBe yourself
You're like no one else
There's nobody like you
You can't find it on the shelfJust let the world know
That you're ready for show
Count 3 and let go
Before you turn around and go homeTurn yourself around and get back home
Just turn around and go home