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