Intro:

A moment of silence.

Is this where it stops?

I see now.

Instrumental Break:

I just keep my head down, (down)

Focus on my hands. (hands)

No need to make a speech about the plans. (plans)

They’ll see it when it’s finished and it’s real. (real)

That’s the only proof I need to feel. (feel)

I close the book on one thing, move ahead. (ahead)

Ignoring all the static in my head. (my head)

Chorus:

This is where I’m meant to be,

And I’m not about to quit. (ohhh!)

Every bit of effort builds on it. (ohhh!)

I put my full self into what I do. (uh)

And I’ll see it through—that’s my word to you. (to you!)

Instrumental Break:

I've looked at the easy shortcuts, uh.

They don’t lead anywhere I want to go. (to go!)

I’d rather own a couple of new scars

Than pretend to be something I’m not for the applause.

I know my work is still unpolished, yeah.

But every small fix feels like an honest step.

Pre-Chorus:

Let them talk.

Their noise is just a fading hum.

It doesn't reach me where I stand,

Working with what’s in my hand.

Bridge:

One day this will all look clear.

There’ll be a quiet hour,

A calm atmosphere.

But today,

the wind is what I feel,

And the solid ground beneath me is real. (is real)

Instrumental Break:

Chorus:

This is where I’m meant to be,

And I’m not about to quit. (ohhh!)

Every bit of effort builds on it. (ohhh!)

I put my full self into what I do.

And I’ll see it through—that’s my word to you. (to you!)

Outro:

One day it will all look clear.

Yeah,

The ground beneath me is real.