Here I Am

I'm not sure why it matters if I never reach my destination.
Why can't I just sit down along some dusty road?
Why do I need an explanation,
for why I wanna be left alone?

And all this time I've looked ahead.
To who, what, where I'm supposed to be.
I never stood stock still and said

Here I am...

I can feel guilt for things that I have never ever done.
When did I become my mother's daughter?
And in the quiet night I have to fill the void with sound,
So I can't hear my head pound.

And all this time I've looked ahead.
To who, what, where I'm supposed to be.
I never stood stock still and said

Here I am...