It might be time I started
Spinning this straw into gold
Instead of hiding like
A needle in a haystack
Feeling bent and rusted

Maybe it’s time I started
Spinning straw into gold
And give myself to life
Instead of hiding from my name

It might be time to live
Under a new sky
Because I’ve been chasing these clouds
For far to long

It might be time to learn
to lay these burdens down