While Waiting

I've been living close to home
For 30 years now
Been thinking about moving away from here

I've got a lot of reservations
And I'm totally unsure
I'd just rather not not know anymore

It feels like a lot on my mind
I think I'll try to draft a letter
Just to write it out and see how it reads

While we're waiting
I feel vulnerable
With no one chasing
I don't know where to go

And I'm feeling so much closer
To everywhere I've been
The further I become from where I begin

There's a little piece of everything
That makes it seem the best
But I'm searching through what's hidden in the rest

While we're waiting
I feel vulnerable
With no one chasing
I don't know where to go