In My Pocket

(1, 2, 3, 4)

I got a rock in my pocket and I'm running away
I don't know where I'm headed but I know I'm gonna change
I'll break from the path that was laid before
'Cause I know that trail leads me right back to my own door

The North star hides under the crown
But only for a little while
And when I'm ready to fly, they'll whisper
You're going forward
You're going right

I got a jar in my pocket and it's filled with rain
I've tried and now I know not to drink from that again
'Cause it happens once, you apologize
But the next time around you'll think twice when your mouth dries

And I'll lose track of up or down
But only for a little while
And when I'm ready to fly, they'll whisper
You're going forward
You're going right

I got a glass in my pocket and it's half-full
And now I'm stepping on the cracks and I know I won't fall through
And I got miles of matter left to fill
Every other petal tells me that I will

And new ground will sigh under my weight
New territory bares to fill the page
I strive to make a better end
To my footstep-fall beneath the sand

And I will lose my way
But only for a little while
And when I'm ready to fly, they'll whisper
You're going forward
You're going right