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Where I Fit In

Verse 1
Sittin' on the porch as the sun goes down,
Hear the crickets sing, ain't nobody around.
Got a little dirt underneath my boots,
And a head full of questions I'm workin' through.

Everybody seems to know where they're goin',
Punch that clock, keep the same wheels rollin'.
Me, I've always wandered a little off track,
Still ain't sure where I'm headed at.

Chorus
I'm just tryin' to find where I fit in,
Somewhere I can breathe and just be who I am.
Don't need bright lights or a crowded room,
Give me some open land and a little elbow room.

Maybe I ain't lost, maybe this is livin',
Taking my time with the life I've been given.
I don't need to be where everybody's been—
I'm just tryin' to find where I fit in.

Verse 2
Maybe it's a fire on a cool fall night,
Good people around and the stars shining bright.
Maybe it's building something with these two hands,
Watching my kids run across this land.

I don't need much, never really did,
Just somewhere that feels like home within.
A little peace when the day comes to an end,
And a few good souls that understand.

Bridge
Maybe I wasn't made for the fast lane,
Maybe different don't mean a damn thing's wrong.
Maybe home ain't somewhere that you find—
Maybe you build it as you go along.

Final Chorus
I'm just tryin' to find where I fit in,
Where I can breathe and just be who I am.
With some open sky and a few good friends,
Maybe that's where all this searching ends.

And if it takes a lifetime, that's alright with me,
I'll keep following wherever this old road leads.
Maybe one day I'll look around and grin—
And say, "Yeah...
this is where I fit in."