What's Next? (Live)

I'm moving into my first house
Empty rooms of possibilities
For making music, making family
I'm moving to a small town
I'm hoping it'll ease my pace
To quit living like everything is a race

So I sit here, a few boxes in
Surrounded by piles of books
With a quarter-filled kitchen
As I'm writing my tenth song today
Yet I had to take days off from work
To have time to create

I'm moving into my first house
Empty rooms of possibilities
For making music, making family
I'm moving to a small town
I'm hoping it'll ease my pace
To quit living like everything is a race

So I wonder if this quaint abode
Will remain suitable if our numbers begin to grow
And I daydream, if I write a hit song
Would the comforts of home transform
Into thorns that don't belong?

God, don't let me outgrow
Contentment in the home
No matter how loud life becomes
Live quietly in accord with everyone
God, don't let me outgrow
Contentment in the home
Grant us your joy and peace
That we may be satisfied in these

I'm moving into my first house
Empty rooms of possibilities
For making music, making family
I'm moving to a small town
I'm hoping it'll ease my pace
To quit living like everything is a race
That I must win



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Tremaine
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