Where I’m At (17 South Live Session)

The curling twisting branches see

The ways to reach the tops of trees

To bask in the sunlight once again

And to greet the sky, their truest friend

Like a car that starts to hydroplane

Control is what i must regain

And after all this time away

I think I'm just guna head home

I'm coming back and that's my word

It just a took a little time to make it back to the herd

I'm not saying that I'm fully cured.

But what im saying is I'm liking where I'm at

I hope the tangled mess of knotted vines

That represents my troubled mind

May one day clear itself and be

A mind with thoughts just floating free

And now I’m spun out like a crashing plane

Control is what I must regain

And after all this time away

I think I’m just gonna head home

I’m coming back and that is my word

It just took a little time to make it back to the herd

I’m not saying I’m returning fully cured

But what I’m saying is I’m liking where I’m at