Alive

There’s a man around the corner, he’s been askin' me for change and I could use
some, think I could use some
Sometimes all these things slow me down
Like the concrete that’s been stickin' to the bottom of my shoes
Souls worn and tired have started wearing though
I can feel them heavier now
There’s a hole here in my pocket
It reminds me of the ways I am hungry
And always running for an open door
But on the highway heavyhearted humming just to hear a sound
Loneliness it lingers through unfamiliar towns
All of them stunning and none of them home
And I don’t know if I live like this for peace of mind
Can’t say if I do it for the foolish pride
Maybe it’s all just to prove that I’m alive
I’m alive
So I tell myself I’m brave
And I swear that I’m bold
But I’m afraid it isn’t so
Maybe I’m nothing more than alone
Am I running just to run?
Sometimes it seems running is all I’ve ever done
But is there something more to settle for that I have given up?
Does this fickle heart feel trapped in love?
Is there something more to settle for, or have I just given up?
Does my fickle heart still believe in love?