(Verse 1) I’m standing on the threshold of an open door, Packing up the pieces scattered on the floor. The dust is settling on the things we used to say, And tomorrow’s pulling me a million miles away. I know I need the blue skies, I need to break the frame, To step into a crowded room and start again. But every single corner holds a ghost I know, It’s hard to build a future when you hate to let go. (Chorus) Here’s to the fresh start, the clean white page, Stepping out of the shadow and onto the stage. I’m chasing down the dawn, I’m turning the key, Looking for the person that I’m meant to be. But oh, how I miss those yesterday dreams, The bittersweet thread in the frayed old seams. I’m moving forward, but I’m looking back, Leaving my heart on the worn-out track. (Verse 2) The morning air is cold, it’s biting at my skin, A gentle reminder of where I begin. No familiar voices calling out my name, Just the silent thunder of a brand-new game. I smile at the freedom, I breathe in the space, Yet I still look for your reflection in this place. It’s a beautiful terror, this feeling of light, Missing the darkness while reaching for the height. (Chorus) Here’s to the fresh start, the clean white page, Stepping out of the shadow and onto the stage. I’m chasing down the dawn, I’m turning the key, Looking for the person that I’m meant to be. But oh, how I miss those yesterday dreams, The bittersweet thread in the frayed old seams. I’m moving forward, but I’m looking back, Leaving my heart on the worn-out track. (Bridge) Nostalgia is a anchor made of heavy gold, Holding on to stories that have all been told. I can treasure the polaroids fading in the sun, Without staying frozen in the things we’ve done. (Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break) (Chorus) Here’s to the fresh start, the clean white page, Stepping out of the shadow and onto the stage. I’m chasing down the dawn, I’m turning the key, Looking for the person that I’m meant to be. But oh, how I miss those yesterday dreams, The bittersweet thread in the frayed old seams. I’m moving forward, but I’m looking back, Leaving my heart on the worn-out track. (Outro) So farewell to the old life, hello to the new, I’ll carry all the memories, and I’ll carry you too. One step forward... Looking back, but moving on. A brand-new dawn.
