Sometimes I wonder just what I am searching for
been living my life one foot in one foot out the door
at night oh, atlanta she sings yeah, she speaks to me
shes pulling me in like a siren on Peachtree Street
she knows where I want to be, and I will get by
Im slowly gaining speed
Ill keep my head high
against the currents we will
hold on tight, til our fingers bleed
and I will get by
on my own two feet Forever confined by the walls that I built myself
I was just a little scared, a little lost, afraid to ask for help
But things are changing round here these days, or so it seems
Im picking up the pen I will write my own history
I am finally free And every time I think is this the end?
it comes around and it begins again
but like the ice my patience wearing thin
and I am breaking, I am breaking in.