Becoming - Jones

At my feet

Around me

All of the ghosts I’ve seen

Beckoning

What it is, what it is, what it is, I don’t know

Could it be, could it be, could it be, tomorrow

But I’m at your feet, listening

What will they make of me?

Becoming

I could bet, I could bet, I could bet on a feeling

And if my best isn’t enough

Let my heart leave a shape in the dust

Though you might forget my face, I worry where I’ve gone

I wonder what I’ve become

The mirror speaks of an old photograph of me

Don’t think that I need that vision of me

I won’t watch history repeat

Now I know, now I know, now I know what it is

Will I grow, will I stumble into the unknown?

And if my best isn’t enough

Let my heart leave a shape in the dust

Though you forget my face, I worry where I’ve gone

I wonder what I’ve become

Under the weight of my past

Held in the case of my skin

Time moves between us so fast

And now I’m rushing to

Forgive me, give me something

Won’t you before I’ve gone

Wonder what I’ve become

Do you wonder what I have become?