Rubble to Runway (Vibe: The House That Built Me / Brandi Carlile — Grounded, Acoustic, and Resilient) (Verse 1) I was standing in the middle of a life I didn't know Watching everything I’d planted just refuse to grow Thin bank account and a reputation bruised Feeling like the kind of soul the world had already used It wasn't a movie scene, it wasn't a noble little fall It was just me and my shadow with our backs against the wall Counting out my last two bucks and wondering what went wrong While the "maybe-somedays" turned into a tired, empty song. (Verse 2) But I’m looking at the salvage and I’m finding something real A kind of deep-down courage that you can't buy or steal I made some stupid choices—yeah, I’ve got 'em on the shelf But I had to lose the world just to find my better self Now I’m taking every jagged piece and every broken stone And I’m building up a character that I can call my own People look at "reduced" like it’s a word to fear But I’ve never seen the horizon look quite this clear. (Pre-Chorus) Let ‘em keep the status and the image and the pride I’ve got the truth of where I’ve been living deep inside. (Chorus) And I’m going from the Rubble to the Runway now With the dust on my boots and a light upon my brow I don't chase, I don't beg, I don't follow where they go I’m just walking through the valley that the mountain doesn't know One foot in front of the other, head held high Watching all the "middle-of-the-road" just pass me by You can call it starting over, but I’m doing it my way... Going Rubble to the Runway. (Bridge) (Music builds—add a steady drum beat and a soaring fiddle) Every scar is a lesson, every low is a key To the person that I was always meant to be Humiliation’s just a word that doesn't mean a thing When you’re finally hearing the song you were born to sing! (Final Chorus) Yeah, I’m going from the Rubble to the Runway now With the dust on my boots and a light upon my brow I don't chase, I don't beg, I don't follow where they go I’m just walking through the valley that the mountain doesn't know One foot in front of the other, head held high Watching all the "middle-of-the-road" just pass me by Every ending is a doorway to a brand new day... Going Rubble to the Runway. (Tag) One step at a time. Hold your head high. Rubble to the Runway. (Harmonica or fiddle swells softly then fades)