I saw my life this morning, lying at the bottom of a drawer
All this stuff I'm saving, God knows what this junk is for
And whatever I believed in, this is all I have to show
What the hell were all reasons for holding on for such dear life?
Here's where I let go

I'm not running, I'm not hiding, I'm not reaching
I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in and I'm almost home

I saw you this morning, you were staring back at me
From an ancient photograph stuck between some letters and some keys
I was lost just for a moment in the ache of old goodbyes
Sometimes all that we can know is, there's no such thing as no regrets
But baby, it's all right

I'm not running, I'm not hiding, I'm not reaching
I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in and I'm almost home

But there's no such thing as no regrets
And baby, it's alright

I'm not running, I'm not hiding, I'm not reaching
I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in and I'm almost home