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I step outside and take a walk
To try to clear my head
It's midnight and the stars are bright
In Northern Michigan
Nights like these I'm not really that sure
Just who I am
So the best that I can do is get some air
And try to make it all make sense

The night is cool
And there's a whisper of a breeze
It takes its precious time
As it rustles through the leaves
I concentrate on things that I can
Smell and hear and see
And as I ground myself, I feel so small
Beneath the branches of thе trees

Who am I? What's inside?
Split me open, count thе rings
Maybe then you might find
Twenty nesting dolls of me
Twenty tangled intertwining histories
To care for them and carry them around
It's heavy

I wonder what would happen
If I peeled it all away
When every layer's been stripped back
I wonder what would stay
I wonder what there's left beneath the doubt and shame
And habits I'm not proud of
I know there's room to grow and put new roots down
So why do I still doubt it?

I think I'm scared
I won't feel different when it's done
Are we shaped by water, earth
And years around the sun?
Or am i predetermined?
Doomed to fossilize where I've begun?
Could I be a person that I'm finally proud
To show to everyone?

Who am I? What's inside?
Split me open, count the rings
Maybe then you might find
Twenty nesting dolls of me
Twenty tangled intertwining histories
To care for them and carry them around
It's heavy


I look up, and I can see a thousand stars
It's weird to think about
How many other worlds there are
I wonder if there's someone else
Who's looking from afar
And I wonder if on nights like these
They're not really that sure just
Who they are

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