The beginning was so easy

Do whatever to survive

In the middle of my story

All I wanted to feel alive.

And I am not my mother or father

And I am not yesterday's son

I'm not broken

I'm a wide open highway

With room to run.

All these voices and decisions

Swimming circles in my head

All these choices and opinions

Feeling heavy as love.

And I am not my mother or father

And I am not yesterday's son

I'm not broken

I'm not broken

I'm a wide open highway

With room to run

With room to run.

In the middle of my story

All I wanted was to feel alive.

And I am not my mother or father

And I am not yesterday's son

I'm not broken

I'm not broken

I'm a wide open highway

With room to run

With room to run.

With room to run.