| Stumble through a hallway, | |
| Staying up for three days | |
| Sitting in a walkway, | |
| Parking in driveways, you can | |
| Focus is a virtue | |
| You know what you're allured to. | |
| Every day is progress, | |
| every day feels just the same. | |
| She looked around. | |
| How did I get here? | |
| Twenty years goes by so fast. | |
| How did I get here? | |
| Doesn't even like cake, | |
| lamenting on a birthday. | |
| Two bed in a parlay. | |
| A dreaming when her eyes aren't shut. | |
| Looking in the mirror, | |
| smiling at her fear. | |
| Nothing really matters, | |
| these eyes have so much to see. | |
| She looked around. | |
| How did I get here? | |
| Twenty years goes by so fast. | |
| How did I get here? | |
| The home I know, | |
| how do I get there? | |
| Twenty years, | |
| that's what it takes. | |
| I know I'll be there. | |
| Stumbled through a hallway, | |
| staying up for three days. | |
| Sitting in a walkway, | |
| and parking driveways you can. | |
| Focus is a virtue, | |
| you know what you're allured to. | |
| Every day is progress, | |
| every day feels just the same. | |
| She looked around. | |
| How did I get here? | |
| Twenty years goes by so fast. | |
| How did I get here? | |
| The home I know, | |
| how do I get there? | |
| Twenty years, | |
| that's what it takes. | |
| I know I'll be there. |