Get a Grip

We cast away our worries of losing grip
We swim ashore and escape the sinking ship
The only place that I feel at home
Is beside this fire that longs to grow
And now I see this means more to me
Than a runaway dream could ever be

So take time, take time, get a hold of it
We build this house as we see fit
Memories
hold us back from everything we could be
These memories
hold me down
From all that I'm trying to be

I always knew there was something more
Outside this windows stepping out the door
With little money in his dirty jeans
He sets out to change his scenery
And though he knows he is far from home
He feels more alive than he's ever known
Sure, he's always had a little hope of
All that we have left to show.

So take time, take time, get a hold of it
We build this house as we see fit
And hold tight, hold tight to the side of it
We build this house as we see fit
Memories
hold us back from everything we could be
These memories hold me down
From all that I'm trying to be
Memories
hold us back from everything we could be
These memories hold me down
From all that I'm trying to be

We're holding out for something
Something I'm certain, let's break
This type of thinking, let's make
Let's make this count for something
Let's make this count for something

Memories
hold us back from everything we could be
These memories hold me down
From all that I'm trying to be
Memories
hold us back from everything we could be
These memories hold me down
From all I'm trying to
You're holding out for something
Something I'm certain, let's break
This type of thinking, let's make
Let's make this count for something