I pack my suitcase every Sunday night Then unpack it when the morning light Hits my window like a gentle plea Stay this time, stay with me But I'm addicted to the leaving part The way it breaks and mends my heart I'm always standing at the kitchen door One foot in, one foot toward something more I'm dancing on the edge of maybe Writing love letters I'll never send Planting flowers in borrowed gardens Singing songs that never end What if I stopped running from my shadow? What if I let the story settle down? But I'm dancing on the edge of maybe And I can't touch the ground I memorize the faces that I leave Store them in my pockets like old receipts From coffee shops in towns I'll never see again I'm fluent in goodbye, but I forget How to say hello and really mean it How to build a bridge instead of burning it I'm always standing at the border line Your hand reaching out, but I can't make it mine I'm dancing on the edge of maybe Writing love letters I'll never send Planting flowers in borrowed gardens Singing songs that never end What if I stopped running from my shadow? What if I let the story settle down? But I'm dancing on the edge of maybe And I can't touch the ground There's a version of me in a parallel world Who chose to stay, who chose the quiet She's got dirt under her fingernails And peace behind her eyes She sleeps through the night Without dreaming of flight But I'm dancing on the edge of maybe Collecting postcards from places I might go Building castles out of question marks In a land that I'll never know What if this restless is my anchor? What if the journey is my home? I'm dancing on the edge of maybe And maybe that's where I belong Maybe that's where I belong Dancing on the edge of maybe Maybe that's where I belong
