Adventure of Me

I'm not going to lie, some days I miss the tide And the scent of a salt water breeze comin' over me But I have no doubt, where I am right now Is right where I'm supposed to be This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me I've traded hurricanes for monsoonal rains And I love that I have no idea what's next It could be northern lights or Rocky Mountain highs I've learned to be open to anything This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me What are you searching for? (Whoa, whoa) Are you looking for the sycamore? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) What are you searching for? (Whoa, whoa) Are you looking for the sycamore? (Sycamore, looking for the sycamore) This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me