Museum Ofaudio - Own Thoughts (Official Audio)

“Own Thoughts” by Museum Ofaudio. Written, performed, and produced by Museum Ofaudio. © 2026 Museum Ofaudio. All Rights Reserved. Lyrics: I’m walkin’ cross a desert floor, the sun against my back, Wipe the sweat up off my brow, ain’t no lookin’ back, I’m lookin’ forward for a mirage, or maybe for some water, Anything to pull me from this hell I dug much farther, Every step another question, every breath another guess, Tryna bargain with the damage, tryna ration what is left, I kept mistakin’ my reflection in the heat for somethin’ real, Chasin’ answers in the distance that kept movin’ with the hills, Funny how a mind can make a prison from an open space, How a man can lose direction with the whole world in his face, I was certain I was stranded, certain nobody could know, What it feels like when your own thoughts choose the places that you go, Then I saw somebody walkin’ through the heat a mile away, Different footprints, different burdens, different reasons that he strayed, I thought he had the answers, but he stopped and looked at me, Two strangers in a wasteland, both too thirsty not to speak, We all have our own thoughts, That’s why we are so different, But every heart gets lost, When nobody stops to listen, We all walk our own roads, We all carry our own weight, Maybe understanding starts, When we give each other space, He told me he’d been runnin’ from the things he couldn’t change, Said the world kept callin’ him a problem when he tried to speak his pain, I told him I’d been diggin’ for an answer in the ground, But the deeper that I traveled, the less certain that I found, We ain’t agree on every question, we ain’t share the same beliefs, But I could see his hands were shakin’ every time he tried to breathe, So I offered what I carried, though it barely filled a cup, And somehow what was left became enough for both of us, He said you ever wonder if the water’s always there, And we spend our whole existence lookin’ everywhere but here, Then he pointed to the valley where the broken earth gave way, There was somethin’ movin’ underneath the dust and clay, Guess the truth don’t need permission from the thoughts inside our heads, And the river never vanished just because we called it dead, We were different in a hundred ways, but neither one was wrong, For needin’ someone else to help remind him to move on, We all have our own thoughts, That’s why we are so different, But every heart gets lost, When nobody stops to listen, We all walk our own roads, We all carry our own weight, Maybe understanding starts, When we give each other space, Different thoughts different paths, Still thirsty, still human.