I don’t want to plan where we’re going,
Can’t think of what I’ve become.
It’s hard and I don’t know what I’m doing
Until it’s done.
But maybe it’s just part of the plan.
It’s just a, it’s just a…
And when the day is over
When the work is done,
I push hold to pull my thoughts out
To take a look at my condition
And I hope that somebody will listen.
To make sense of this great big world is just too much
My body’s a real big hole caught in a flood.
But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up.
It’s a strange step, go away, I will live in
But I will not change a thing
Just using what I’ve given.
It’s a strange step, go away, I will live in
But I will not change a thing
Just using what I’ve given.