I was walking, before I could run
Must have been only, farther than some
Maybe hoping, beyond the door
It was open every night I fled
Could have been springtime,
Only a new love of sauntering
Calling on me and wandering
How many more steps does it take
before the big make or break
How many more steps does it take
before the big make or break,
I was running, before I knew why
It was only me on the outer realms
How many more steps does it take
before the big make or breakin'
How many more steps does it take
for the big make or break
your moment is right now?
If you ask me, when I was younger,
where did the hunger come from,
I could have told you time and time,
it was better than hoping,
