Broadway Calls - Horizons And Histories

Out!
Out the door ran so fast clumsy feet.
Crashing down on the pavement behind me.
Oh you'll never outrun me today.
See your life. (See your life!)
28 short years old.
Sleep through days, let your nights crash like waves.
When the water meets sand,
your first taste of dry land.
Struggling.

Chase the waves, cut the anchor.
I'm the only one tied to me.
Chase the waves, cut the anchor.
Just horizons and histories.
Oh oh-oh oh
Just horizons and histories.
Oh oh-oh oh
Just horizons and histories.

Life is my own. 28 years I've grown.
Sleep through days, let your nights crash like waves.
When it's time to touch, find your feet, look around.
You are me.

Chase the waves, cut the anchor.
I'm the only one tied to me.
Chase the waves, cut the anchor.
Just horizons and histories.
Oh oh-oh oh
Just horizons and histories.
Oh oh-oh oh
Just horizons and histories.