Adventure of Me

I'm not going to lie, some days I miss the tide
And the scent of a salt water breeze comin' over me
But I have no doubt, where I am right now
Is right where I'm supposed to be

This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me

I've traded hurricanes for monsoonal rains
And I love that I have no idea what's next
It could be northern lights or Rocky Mountain highs
I've learned to be open to anything

This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me

What are you searching for? (Whoa, whoa)
Are you looking for the sycamore? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What are you searching for? (Whoa, whoa)
Are you looking for the sycamore? (Sycamore, looking for the sycamore)

This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me

This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me