Saw my life
This morning
Lying at the
Bottom of
A drawer
All this stuff
I'm saving
God knows what
This junk is for
And whatever I
Believed in...this
Is all I have
To show
What the hell
Were all the
Reasons
For holding on
For such dear life
Here's where I
Let go
I'm not runnin'
I'm not hiding
I'm not reachin'
I'm just 'a resting
In the arms of
The great
Wide open
Gonna pull
My soul
And I'm
Almost home
Yeah yeah
And I saw you
This morning
You were staring
Back at me
From an ancient
Photograph
Stuck between
Some letters and
Some keys
And I was lost
For a moment
In the ache of
Old goodbyes
A sometimes all
That we can
Know is
There's no
Such thing as
No regrets
But baby
It's alright
I'm not runnin'
I'm not hiding
I'm not reachin'
I'm just 'a resting
In the arms of
The great
Wide open
It's gonna pull my
Soul in...and I'm
Almost home...
Yeah yeah
But there's no
Such thing as
No regrets
But baby
It's alright
I'm not runnin'
I'm not hiding
I'm not reachin'
I'm just 'a resting
In the arms of
The great
Wide open
Gonna pull my soul
In and I'm
Almost...
I'm not runnin' out
I'm not hiding out
I'm not reachin'
Here
I'm just 'a resting
In the arms of
The great
Wide open
It's gonna pull
My soul in...and
I'm almost home
And I'm
Almost home
And I'm
Almost home...