[Verse 1] There’s dirt under my fingernails from weeding out the yard... And looking for some peace — when the world is getting hard. Bending down against the weight... until my shoulders strain, Just fighting with a stubborn earth... to quiet down my brain. I used to think that holy meant a steeple in the town, But lately... it’s the quiet... when the world shuts down. [Chorus] I’m so tired of pretending I’ve got everything aligned, I'm just letting go of all the noise... that's tangled in my mind. You don’t ask me for a list — of all the things I broke, While I sit here on the gravel... in the morning smoke. And I can breathe out here... Yeah, I can breathe out here. [Verse 2] I used to look at everyone... and try to match their pace, Like every day was a performance — or an endless kind of race. Always caught up wondering... if I am doing what I should, Or if the version that I've built... is ever quite as good. But the oak tree... doesn't worry... if it's growing tall enough, It just holds onto the dirt... when the wind gets rough. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] It’s a terrifying thing — to let yourself be known, To drop the clever words... and just be skin and bone. But grace isn’t a ceiling... that you’re trying to reach, It’s the floor underneath... when you’re too tired to preach. [Drop] Just skin and bone. Right where You found me. [Final Chorus] I’m so tired of pretending I’ve got everything aligned, I'm just letting go of all the noise... that's tangled in my mind. You don’t ask me for a list — of all the things I broke, While I sit here on the gravel... in the morning smoke. And I can breathe out here... Yeah, I can breathe out here. [Outro] I can breathe out here... Yeah... I can breathe. [Hard End]
