Not My Own

I am not my own
I'm born of those who come before
Captains of the ship
And those who settled up the score
So high up on the ridge
Or to the bottom of the sea
No matter where I run
I keep 'em all right here with me

Is there room for every story?
Every stolen kiss
Every face we've missed
Every time we got it wrong
Every half-remembered song
Carried me along
Carry me along

I am not alone
I've got a crowd that's in my head
I hear 'em start to talk
When I lay down in my bed
Some of them are strangers
Some are faces I've seen
Lion and the lamb
Holy and obscene

Is there room for every story?
Every secret left untold
Every bill of goods we've sold
In your eyes I swear I've seen
My half-remembered dreams
Things I might have been
Things that might have been

You are not your own
You bear the hopes of those to come
So you can hold onto me
When your world comes undone
People come and go
No one stays in one place
Stars realign
Songs go drifting into space

Is there room for every story?
Every rise and every fall
Every echo down the hall
Every moment stuck in time
Every half-remembered sign
Tells me we'll be fine
Tell me I'll be fine