Sleeping on the floor in the middle of nowhere
counting all the money that I may never have
Living off the hand and the kindness of strangers
defining days with my drinks and my drags
and I will be fine
I will survive
because I am alive
Sleeping on a beach in an awkward september
counting all the grains of the sand that I see
Living for a dream that I barely remember
thinking of a moment that could never ever be
and I will be fine
I will survive
because I am alive
Sleeping on a swing in a farmhouse in acton
Writing all the songs that I may never sing
Thinking about my life and I draw my conclusion
"everything is defined by the love that it brings"
and I will be fine
because I am alive
I will survive
because I am alive
