I pack my suitcase every Sunday night

Then unpack it when the morning light

Hits my window like a gentle plea

Stay this time, stay with me

But I'm addicted to the leaving part

The way it breaks and mends my heart

I'm always standing at the kitchen door

One foot in, one foot toward something more

I'm dancing on the edge of maybe

Writing love letters I'll never send

Planting flowers in borrowed gardens

Singing songs that never end

What if I stopped running from my shadow?

What if I let the story settle down?

But I'm dancing on the edge of maybe

And I can't touch the ground

I memorize the faces that I leave

Store them in my pockets like old receipts

From coffee shops in towns I'll never see again

I'm fluent in goodbye, but I forget

How to say hello and really mean it

How to build a bridge instead of burning it

I'm always standing at the border line

Your hand reaching out, but I can't make it mine

I'm dancing on the edge of maybe

Writing love letters I'll never send

Planting flowers in borrowed gardens

Singing songs that never end

What if I stopped running from my shadow?

What if I let the story settle down?

But I'm dancing on the edge of maybe

And I can't touch the ground

There's a version of me in a parallel world

Who chose to stay, who chose the quiet

She's got dirt under her fingernails

And peace behind her eyes

She sleeps through the night

Without dreaming of flight

But I'm dancing on the edge of maybe

Collecting postcards from places I might go

Building castles out of question marks

In a land that I'll never know

What if this restless is my anchor?

What if the journey is my home?

I'm dancing on the edge of maybe

And maybe that's where I belong

Maybe that's where I belong

Dancing on the edge of maybe

Maybe that's where I belong