Footprints

There's footprints in the sand but I can't follow them There's a path at my feet and a map in my hands Walking to your drum is kind of tiring Gotta find my own rhythm, my own plan And I know you've got some good advice to give But good advice is lost on lives when lives are left unlived Gotta break hearts be heartbroken Put my foot in my mouth and say the wrong damn thing Fall down and get back up again I gotta re-align, and realize, hurt somebody and apologize And do what it takes... to make my own mistakes You've got all these plans and steady hands laid out for me But your rough sketch don't seem so rough And don't you worry I'm in no hurry to leave just yet But we both know i'll have to toughen up I might drive a mile to cover a meter, take a wrong turn, wind up in Timbuktu Roll down the window, throw out the GPS I'll crumple the page, erase the line, change my mind a million times But you can't pull the breaks... I'll make my own mistakes And I'll come back when I'm ready Take this weight off my shoulder, get a little bit bolder, and then Find what's been missing, really start listening Now I'm walking away and I hope that one day you will see Gotta break hearts be heartbroken Put my foot in my mouth and say the wrong damn thing Fall down and get back up again I gotta realign, and realize, hurt somebody and apologize And do what it takes to make my own mistakes To make my own mistakes To make my own mistakes To make my own mistakes