Who am I without this hope? You're holding on, I'm letting go.

And so I drift out of control; a tragedy without your hope.

(Who am I without this hope?)...

Progress is getting away, but I still see it, and I will follow.

What would become of me if I stayed here?

I'd rather not know...

Knock me down, please knock me down;

I'm better off when I'm on the ground.

You say so much without a sound;

I'd hear you more if I'd just slow down.