[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] I packed my life in a hatchback car, A dream, a map, and a coffee jar. The GPS voice said, “Head west,” And I prayed my heart would do the rest. [Verse 2] Got a walk-up place with a crooked floor, And the paint peeled like an open door. Bought a futon off Craigslist cheap, And learned that grown-ups barely sleep. [Chorus] Hey mama, I’m out here tryin’, Burnin’ ramen, not cryin’. Wi-Fi flickers, bills stack high, But I got my name on the lease and the sky. Yeah, I’m scared, but it’s fine That’s how you grow in your twenties’ grind. [Verse 3] Met a poet girl down the hall, She paints her nails and talks too tall. We drink boxed wine and talk 'bout art, Like heartbreak’s a performance part. [Verse 4] One night her laugh lit up the dark, Like a match struck in my heart. Her hand brushed mine; I didn’t move, The silence hummed a kind of truth. [Verse 5] The city hums its restless tune, Streetlights blink like they’re out of room. I hum along with my thrifted guitar, Pretend the world knows who we are. [Bridge] Sometimes I dream of calling home, just to hear, That old kitchen echo, soft and clear. Mom would of said, “Don’t forget to eat,” I'd say, “Don’t worry, I’m finding my feet.” [Chorus 2] Hey mama, I’m out here tryin’, Paying rent, not dyin’. The dreams are late but they still arrive, Even broke girls keep hope alive. Yeah, I’m lost, but it’s fine That’s how you glow when the stars align. [Verse 6] Sunday mornings smell like toast and dust, The neighbors fight, the pipes combust. I laugh it off, make instant cheer, I’ve been alone for half a year. [Bridge 2 – Soft Guitar] I’ve learned that freedom’s quiet and strange, It comes with leaks you can’t quite change. But still, I dance in the cluttered space, And love the world’s unpolished face. [Final Chorus] Hey mama, I’m out here flyin’, Still unsure, but tryin’. The skyline’s hazy, but so am I, And I think I’ll make it by and by. Yeah, I’m scared, but it’s fine That’s how you bloom on borrowed time. [Outro] I hang my keys on a nail by the door, The wind sings through the second floor. The city hums like a lullaby And I hum right back, I'm glad to be alive.
