A Place To Land

I dip my toe in the water
Before I know it I’m in over my head
I try to warm myself by the fire
But I end upgetting burned instead
I’ve sold my soul for a little bit of heaven
I’ve put my heart into the wrong hands •
I’ve gone places where I swore that I’d never go again
See, I never had any trouble fallin’
I’m just trying to find a place to land
I draw me a line, then I cross it
I speed up when I should slow down
Well dang if I don’t step in it
When I probably should go around
Always thinking that it’s gonna be forever
Always thinking it’s a good plan
All I know is that I’m giving everything I can
See, I never had any trouble fallin’
But I’m still trying to find a place to land
I told myself that I’ve had it
I told myself that I’m through
Said I’m leavin’ love to the fool-hearted
But that was ‘fore I found you
I’m on the edge, baby I’m lookin’ over
Oh my lord, here I go again
If I seem a little bit afraid
Baby, try to understand
See, I never had any trouble fallin’
I’m just trying to find a place to land
I’ve just gotta find a place to land
I’m still trying to find a place to land

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