How does it measure up?   Was I good enough?   I'll never know...      And if it's meant to be,   What will it mean to me?   I never want to know...      Always headstrong calling me home   There was a place I belonged.      And as I fill my cup   I wonder how I had enough   And I'm not sure...      What will be, will be   Not without some mystery   That I'm sure...      Always headstrong calling me home   There was a place I belonged.