I've been scraping my own sky And I forgot how to ask why I had more room for thoughts like these But they just vanished in the breeze I've been painting on my walls Just to see some waterfalls I kicked my boots off and dove in But I've forgotten how to swim And I don't need someone to talk to I don't need a friend I just need a road I can walk to And wherever it ends I hope I can lay my hat there And call it my home I hope it leads me out of the city To a pretty little place of my own And I've never had the room to dream to fly So I've gone out searching for a bigger sky ♪ I've been looking side to side To find the lane I'm told is mine But it's hard for all these cars to pass On roads of dirt and fields of grass ♪ And I don't need someone to talk to I don't need a friend I'm trying to rewind the clock to The start of the end When did I plant the seed here? And what have I grown? How do I get out of the city To a pretty little place of my own? Cause I've never had the room to dream to fly So I've gone out searching for a bigger sky