What are we chasing when the day is all done?
What are we craving when the songs are all song?
What do we live for when we're stuck in reverse?
Who are we living to serve?
Sometimes the things we follow don't lead our hearts to where we're meant to be
Where are we going when the path is unclear?
And what is our hope in when it changes all year?
Where are we looking to fill up our souls?
Who are we living to know?
Sometimes the things we follow don't lead our hearts to where we're meant to be
Sometimes the things we follow don't lead us to who we are meant to be
Where are we looking when the skies fill with smoke?
Our world is eroding, it swallows us whole
What are we hoping that self talk will show?
Who are we living to boast?
Sometimes the things we follow don't lead our hearts to where we're meant to be
Sometimes the things we follow don't lead our hearts to
Who we're meant and where we're meant to be
Are we now who we're really meant to be?