Courage and Control
The boulevard is bustlin'
A vast and wrinkled muslin,
Is pulled over my eyes and,
I know I don't belong...
There is a noise inside of me,
That bustles asymmetrically,
Oh, how have I to balance,
Those sounds into a song?
It's time to let your hair down,
And give yourself permission.
It takes courage and control,
But you start by letting go, oh...
The city's an analogy,
For things building inside of me.
There's chaos in this discord,
But still we move along.
The chaos sings of symmetry,
And all her words are poetry.
That's the kind of city,
Which I want to belong...
It's time to let your hair down,
And give yourself permission.
It takes courage and control,
But you start by letting go, oh...
Oh, I think, I feel, I see...
Oh, that this, place is not me.
I want to belong,
But be wild and free.
Oh, he who asks,
Receives.
It's time to let your hair down,
And give yourself permission.
It takes courage and control,
But you start by letting go, oh...
It's time to let your hair down,
And give yourself permission.
Oh, it takes courage and control,
But you start by letting go, oh...
