Leaning In - Blues Traveler

No longer care where I am

One smile remains to trace for the fingers on my hand

I search for your face in every crowd

Hope it springs internally until it runs over and out

If I could touch your lips to mine

Soft and sweet for about a half a million times

Pressing ever deeply as I take you in my arms

And hold on until we both forget where we are

Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in

Wake up staring at a phone

And it is so messed up, the clichs alone

But there I am dreaming clumsily

And love, it comes so difficult for a boy like me

If I could touch your lips to mine

Soft and sweet for about a half a million times

Pressing ever deeply as I take you in my arms

And hold on until we both forget where we are

Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in,

leaning in

Smiling at your message today

I know I face uncertainty but still I am on my way

Once again those daydreams begin

I caress your cheek

Finally leaning in

Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in,

Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in