Pressing a cold can to my temple Asphalt fumes, another horn honks Faces rush past without eyes or names Passing a smile that will fade away Wind was moving the oak tree crown Somewhere between the honking and the rush Got my door code and plastic in my pocket But I still hear the voices of old shadows This step is mine, but that trace is yours Chasing my goals without tearing down your walls Drawing my map over this living forest Where your garden begins, the world starts Pushing my pace 'cause the clock is running I know that hunger burning in the throat Wanna take everything left on the table But someone's shadow stops me in my tracks Bumping a shoulder in a blue jacket Someone has that same hunger and rush in their eyes He’s running for his own target too And he won't give up his spot for free This step is mine, but that trace is yours Chasing my goals without tearing down your walls Drawing my map over this living forest Where your garden begins, the world starts Standing at the crossing, red light shows A dot on the map with the city all around I see those lines on strangers' hands Every single one has its own branch to grow I don't have to trample someone else's garden Just to reach up high under the open sky My fire is mine, but the ground is shared And nobody here is just a backdrop for anybody And even if the sky cracked in two I will never step on somebody's neck My fire is mine, your smoke is yours We both just wanna breathe the same oxygen This step is mine, but that trace is yours! Chasing my goals without tearing down your walls Drawing my map over this living forest! Where your garden begins, the world starts! My dot on the map Your dot on the map Clear ground in between us. Go get yours... ...but leave me my space.
