Last night laid down and couldn't sleep.
An overload crashing down through me.
Another clouded examination of where the course slipped, where it faded.
But all the old things are like they where before, one more time.
And all the same things are lying on the floor, one more time.
Through all this time there's been changes
Through all this time, how have I returned?
Another one lost in his questions when all the answers are staring at me.
All the old things are like they were before one more time
And all the same things are lying on the floor, one more time.
Don't shoot-shoot it down before the rise one more time.
Don't pull it under, smother it all, one more time.
I'm not sinking
I'm not going under
With the regrets
Of what has been.
Around my neck
Pulling from under.
The waters
That I've been in.