I can remember, the first time that I cried
I was broke down and busted, and stranded in Van Nuys
Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth what I’ve spent
Walking the line between faith and good judgment
Midnight back home in the cool country air
Our new bodies moved in trial and error
Sometimes I wonder what I’m hoping to find
I’m walking the line between what I want and what’s rightfully mine
It took my whole life, but I’m finally here
Nothing can harm me, as long as you are near
I’ve seen so many things, but I’ve always been blind
Walking the line between what I’ll keep, and what I’ll set aside