This morning I woke up with a song on my mind
I played it with the first two chords I could find

I stared the blank page, I already knew
That any verse I write is about you

I start really low and then I grow
Cause I just can't control
the way it flows
And when I look at you I know the way it goes

Here I am
Once again, with a pen in my hand
It's not planned
Not even my own friends understand
But here I am

I wanted this one to be my slow song
That type that you don't even sing along

But just like this began so naturally
I try to hold myself but

I start really low and then I grow
Cause I just can't control it'
the way it flows
And when I look at you I know the way it goes

Here I am
Once again, with a pen in my hand
It's not planned
Not even my own friends understand
But here I am
Here I am