How does it measure up?nWas I good enough?nI'll never know...nnAnd if it's meant to be,nWhat will it mean to me?nI never want to know...nnAlways headstrong calling me homenThere was a place I belonged.nnAnd as I fill my cupnI wonder how I had enoughnAnd I'm not sure...nnWhat will be, will benNot without some mysterynThat I'm sure...nnAlways headstrong calling me homenThere was a place I belonged.