At Last - Etta James

Maybe I've done enough And your golden child grew up Maybe this trophy isn't real love And with or without it, I'm good enough Maybe I've done enough Finally catching up For the first time I see an image of my brokenness Utterly worthy of love Maybe I've done enough And I finally see myself Through the eyes of no one else It's so exhausting on this silver screen Where I play the role of anyone but me And I finally see myself Unabridged and overwhelmed A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell And I finally see myself Now I only want what's real To let my heart feel what it feels Gold, silver or bronze hold no value here Where work and rest are equally revered I only want what's real I set aside the highlight reel And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk Worthy of love anyway

When I was young, I fell in love with story With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory The theatre lights dim and all goes quiet In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest When hands are tied and clocks are ticking An audience convinced, we're leaning in Holding our breath again Just when we thought the game was over The music lifts and our dying soldier lives And we breathe a sigh of relief We're leaving, we're leaving our shadows behind us now We're leaving, we're leaving it all behind for now But even dust was made to settle If we're made of dust, then what makes us any different? I guess we give what we've been given A family tree so very good at giving up When we've had enough The truth is heavier than fiction Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave So we're leaving, we're leaving our shadows behind us now Yeah, we're leaving, we're leaving it all behind for now And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave Yeah, we're leaving, we're leaving And it makes us brave And we're living unharmed Behind for now