Fables

What if the stories I've been told

Were just fables to sooth my soul

It'd be more than understandable

To run from home

What if this compass don't point north

Quarter-life spent headed off course

Could I scrap the only house I've known

And run from home

Well I could run for decades, run till I died

Search for home till my options ran dry

But in the end would I realize all this time

I've run from me

What if they're lies

Yeah but what if they're true

Every blessing, every warning too

Could you risk everything you'd lose

To run from home

Cause you could take your

Doubts and questions and try

Looking each one square in the eye

But at what point can you

Safely decide what's right

Everybody lives by faith in something

In the end we're all gonna die

And I've lost count of how many times

I put my ear to that hole in Jesus's side

And heard his cry

Run to me

Run to me