Intro:
A moment of silence.
Is this where it stops?
I see now.

Instrumental Break:

I just keep my head down, (down)
Focus on my hands. (hands)
No need to make a speech about the plans. (plans)
They’ll see it when it’s finished and it’s real. (real)
That’s the only proof I need to feel. (feel)
I close the book on one thing, move ahead. (ahead)
Ignoring all the static in my head. (my head)

Chorus:
This is where I’m meant to be,
And I’m not about to quit. (ohhh!)
Every bit of effort builds on it. (ohhh!)
I put my full self into what I do. (uh)
And I’ll see it through—that’s my word to you. (to you!)

Instrumental Break:

I've looked at the easy shortcuts, uh.
They don’t lead anywhere I want to go. (to go!)
I’d rather own a couple of new scars
Than pretend to be something I’m not for the applause.
I know my work is still unpolished, yeah.
But every small fix feels like an honest step.

Pre-Chorus:
Let them talk.
Their noise is just a fading hum.
It doesn't reach me where I stand,
Working with what’s in my hand.

Bridge:
One day this will all look clear.
There’ll be a quiet hour,
A calm atmosphere.
But today,
the wind is what I feel,
And the solid ground beneath me is real. (is real)

Instrumental Break:

Chorus:
This is where I’m meant to be,
And I’m not about to quit. (ohhh!)
Every bit of effort builds on it. (ohhh!)
I put my full self into what I do.
And I’ll see it through—that’s my word to you. (to you!)

Outro:
One day it will all look clear.
Yeah,
The ground beneath me is real.