You packed your favorite things and moved to a strange location
Quickly felt the weight of four years expectations
I know the feeling of being alone in a new world
Not knowing where you're going
So try to take a walk
Count the birds you see
Feel the sun on the back of your knees
Your hands are busy bees always dancing on the piano
It's scary to dream big when falling's not an option
Might be feeling trapped by indecision
Thinking bout the way of life on a different path
So hold on to that pencil keep writing your thoughts down
Soak it up before the jungle's gone
And try an take a walk
Count the birds you see
Feel the sun on the back of your knees
Draw a map of your mood path
Try to meditate
Listen even harder
Solitude is easy when you're down rubbed wrong a little sensitive
Feeling down, rubbed wrong, a little sensitive