110 North
Scared to death and losing grip on the helm.
Burn the map to stray the fold, take control of where to go.
You said you trust me but sometimes I have doubts about myself.
I don’t wanna let anyone down and have history repeat.
I left a comforting four years that served as a temporary smile
for the struggle of something great.

It’s scary to think about the many places you can end up in.
One wrong turn and the interstate won’t be so forgiving.
It’s too late now we can’t turn back we’re giving it our all.
The rest is up to fate, brace the fall

The higher you climb the thinner the air gets.
Suffocating yourself in the work you put your all in.
Is the effort worth the stress that it comes with?
But having something to fight for gives life some substance.

Time won’t hold a second to step back.
We learned to move on from our dreary past.
And when this song comes to an end
I wonder where we’ll be when we sing it again…..