Guitar in hand, at 22, wide-eyed, without a clue, thought I knew who I wanted to be

They said, put on a tie and get some job, come and join the rest of us

I laughed and said, that'll never be me

But here I am at 32, doing what I said I'd never do

So tell me who am I, who do I want to be

If there's a God above, hope he's listening, cause

Here I stand with my heart in my hands, asking please tell me who I am

At 25, lived as Dad's, still didn't have a plan, no longer knew who I wanted to be

I said I'll try and put my trust in God, that'll solve my problems, but that relationship is a one-way street

Cause here I am at 32, no idea what the hell I'm supposed to do

So tell me who am I, who do I want to be

If there's a God above, hope he's listening, cause

Here I stand with my heart in my hands, asking please tell me who I am

At 29, I married the love of my life, and things are better when she's next to me

So maybe it's okay to still not know my way, maybe we're meant to keep questioning

Cause here I am at 32, still writing songs about not knowing what to do

So tell me who am I, who do I want to be

If there's a God above, hope he's listening, and

I'll keep writing my songs even if no one sings along, cause

That is just who I am

Woah, woah, woah

And I'll keep writing my songs even if no one sings along, cause

That is just who I am