Anybody have a map?
-happen to know how the hell to do this?I don't know if you can tellBut this is me just pretending to knowSo where's the map?...'Cause the scary truth isI'm flying blindI'm flying—I'm flying blindAnd I'm making this up as I goAs I go

And you say what you need to saySo that you get to walk awayIt would kill you to have to stay trappedWhen you've got something newWell I'm sorry you had it roughAnd I'm sorry I'm not enoughThank God they rescued you
So you got what you always wantedSo you got your dream come trueGood for youGood for you, you, youGot a taste of a life so perfectSo you did what you had to doGood for youGood for you

And the house felt so big, and I felt so smallThe house felt so big, and I—And I knew there would be moments that I'd missAnd I knew there would be space I couldn't fillAnd I knew I'd come up short a billion different waysAnd I didAnd I doAnd I will