Hey,
I'm from somewhere else.
Salt in my bloodstream,
Static in my cells.

I'm out,
Gone past the gate,
I make a mess of the tide when I step through the wake.
I keep seeing my wife in the back of the crowd.

I got a sign from the ridge,
I heard it plain and loud.
I'm your tomorrow at the table, your today in the room.
I'm the crack in the picture frame,

The thing that won't come loose.
I'm not fully here.
I'm a slip in the scene.
I don't sink or swim,

I just keep clean.
I don't need the floor,
I need room to move.
When I cut through the air, I don't ask permission to prove.

I won't fold up,
I don't stumble on cue.
I hit the wall once,
Then I go straight through.

I can run tall.
That's above the airport beams.
I can go hard,
No warm-up, no schemes.

Moon dust,
I don't ever clock out,
Like it's carved in the stone before my name got out.
I hear it roll in,

I feel it in my ribs,
Quiet but heavy,
Like a house that lifts its beams.
I don't need to be humble,

I know where I came from.
I can pull these walls down,
Brick by brick, same song.
Yeah,

When I move, the frame shakes,
And I won't,
And I won't back up now.
Go on,

Watch it fold down.
Go on,
Watch it fall down,
Walls fall down, walls fall down.

I know those walls fall down,
One push, one sound.
Go on,
Go on,

Watch it break down,
Watch it break down like it knows my name.
You know those walls come down
When I walk in.