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New Again
04:04
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There's days I swear I don't have a clue
I'm a lonely soul in a crowded room
Yeah I've felt the burn from when I believed
I could stand alone, I was so naive
You were always the right one
And now you're all that I need
With a love like this I just can't resist how it feels to reminisce
About the summer when we first met
When I'm with you I feel new again
I've been knocked down and I've been replaced
I've said some things that I can't erase
All the things I've done, every state I've seen
They don't measure up to what we could be
And after all this time I've finally found what I was looking for
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Chase These Things
04:19
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Don't you ever wonder what it's like to be found
Like waiting on a summer, that just ain't coming around
I'm dying to feel anything, anything at all
Gotta move, take a chance
Need to breathe but I just can't
So scared that I might trip and fall
I don't want to get left behind looking for something I'll never find
Waiting on a dream is never what it seems
Sometimes you've gotta face these things
I don't want to get locked inside while everyone around is passing by
'Cause it's all the same old story, doing nothing for me
You've gotta chase these things it's just something I'm learning
You always end up wanting whatever you can't get back
Sometimes a little worry can feel like a heart attack
I'm hanging by a thread here, reaching out my hand
Gotta move, take a chance
Need to breathe but I just can't
So scared that I might lose it all
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Maybe
03:34
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Lately I've been feeling so damn lost
Trying to pay the cost of all these dreams that keep me up at night
I get restless wondering where to go to break the status quo
I'm on my own and learning that's just how life get's
Sometimes I find I don't know where I'm going, but sometimes it's better not to know
Maybe I just need to believe that maybe it all comes down to me
Maybe I'm out there, middle of nowhere
Maybe I'm somewhere in between
Maybe I'm on to something great and maybe I'm making all the same mistakes
And I don't where this road leads, but maybe I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be
Maybe
For years I've come so close with no cigar
I've built this house of cards and hope the winds of change don't blow my way
Some say that nothing lasts forever
But I pray and hope it's not too late
Because I'm almost broke and out of hope when suddenly I see
I find out I'm exactly where I need to be
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Where I'm From
04:12
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Wheels are turning, a different state per hour
And I feel lonely, but it's not the kind of lonely where I'm from
Airport lobbies were once a strange attraction
Now feel homely, but it's not the kind of homely where I'm from
So here I sit, trying to find my place from hotel rooms in different states
Where I've been away, trying to make a name of something that's losing it's flames
And I just want to go home
I've been changing, I've learned to live and let go of ever knowing if everything will all turn out alright
'Cause part of knowing where you're going would be a check off the list I swear exists
And I think I just want to know where I'm going
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Daniel Sumstine Nashville, Tennessee
Daniel Sumstine is an independent singer/songwriter from Nashville, TN.
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