Wherever this river flows.
I’m just finding my feet, pounding the street,
Hoping that someday it will come.
And I’ve got to leave, write my own tragedies
Keep my old bridges there to burn.
Leave all doors open, I don’t know if I’ll return.
I’m out on my own.
Heading out on my own.
It’s not the end,
No, it’s just a change.
My world’s gone cold,
And my life’s turned grey.
I need some shelter through my darkest days,
I know I’ll be back someday.” —Out On My Own, Gabrielle Aplin