Hitting My Stride Songtext
von Gramsci

I still mean it
I still feel the same
Can′t conceal it
My heart-sleeve flame
Still my everything
Still my all
Still my beating heart
Won't break my fall
You call it passion
I call it purpose
One eye on fashion
Was it all worth it?
Your ambition has worn you out
Threadbare at the seams
And I′m just hitting my stride


Nothing is different
Nothing has changed
The map maker's busy
But the compass remains true
Still my everything
Still my all
Still my beating heart
Won't break my fall
You call it passion
I call it purpose
One eye on fashion
Was it all worth it?
Your ambition has worn you out
Threadbare at the seams
And I′m just hitting my stride
Your ambition has worn you out
Threadbare at the seams
And I′m just hitting my stride