If my childhood had a soundtrack, it'd be circus songs and dreams

Cotton candy melodies and ice cream truck themes

Saturday morning cartoons with their bouncing happy beats

Running through the sprinklers to those carefree summer sweats

But teenage years came crashing in with angsty minor chords

Guitar solos in my bedroom, poetry of broken hearts

Every song was "my" song, every lyric spoke my pain

Like the universe was DJ-ing all inside my brain

What's the background music of my life?

Is it jazz when I'm confused, is it rock when there's strife?

Do I get strings when I'm falling in love?

Or just silence from above?

I keep listening for the soundtrack

But all I hear is my own track

Playing in the background of my life

College had that indie sound, discovering who I am

Coffee shop acoustic vibes and "I don't give a damn"

Twenty-something had a techno beat, fast and kind of loud

Trying to keep up with the rhythm of the ambitious crowd

Now I'm older, tempo's changed to something more like folk

Steady, warm, and honest, less about the image smoke

Had a country phase when life got tough and real

Heartbreak and pickup trucks, that's how I learned to feel

Sometimes it's a lullaby when I'm tucking in at night

Sometimes it's an epic when I'm ready for the fight

What's the background music of my life?

Is it blues when I am sad, is it pop when things are bright?

Do I get drums when I'm feeling strong?

Or a melancholy song?

I keep searching for the soundtrack

But I think I am the soundtrack

Playing in the background of my life

Maybe I'm the composer and the symphony at once

Writing all these melodies through ordinary months

Every laugh's a major key, every tear's a minor note

Every day's another verse that I get to quote

What if I'm not background music in somebody else's show?

What if I'm the lead singer and just didn't know?

What if my whole life's been building to this perfect harmony

Where I finally hear the music that was always part of me?

So now when I wake up, I choose my morning song

Something bright and hopeful to help me sing along

When I'm doing dishes, it's a gentle, steady beat

When I'm walking to the store, it's got a dancing feet

I am the background music of my life

I'm the bass when I need grounding, I'm the treble when I shine

I'm the pause between the verses where the magic lives

I'm the harmony that gives and gives

I don't need to find the soundtrack

'Cause I am my own soundtrack

Playing in the foreground of my life

I am the music of my life

The beautiful music of my life

So here's to all the soundtracks playing in our heads

Here's to all the melodies living in our beds

Here's to being both the singer and the song

We've been the music all along

Background music of our lives

We are the music of our lives