Get a Grip

We cast away our worries of losing grip

We swim ashore and escape the sinking ship

The only place that I feel at home

Is beside this fire that longs to grow

And now I see this means more to me

Than a runaway dream could ever be

So take time, take time, get a hold of it

We build this house as we see fit

Memories hold us back from everything we could be

These memories hold me down

From all that I'm trying to be

I always knew there was something more

Outside this windows stepping out the door

With little money in his dirty jeans

He sets out to change his scenery

And though he knows he is far from home

He feels more alive than he's ever known

Sure, he's always had a little hope of

All that we have left to show.

So take time, take time, get a hold of it

We build this house as we see fit

And hold tight, hold tight to the side of it

We build this house as we see fit

Memories hold us back from everything we could be

These memories hold me down

From all that I'm trying to be

Memories hold us back from everything we could be

These memories hold me down

From all that I'm trying to be

We're holding out for something

Something I'm certain, let's break

This type of thinking, let's make

Let's make this count for something

Let's make this count for something

Memories hold us back from everything we could be

These memories hold me down

From all that I'm trying to be

Memories hold us back from everything we could be

These memories hold me down

From all I'm trying to

You're holding out for something

Something I'm certain, let's break

This type of thinking, let's make

Let's make this count for something