Maybe I am wrong,
but it don't seem to make sense
to build up a higher and higher fence.
There's something you once
held close, but it's
far away.
When you don't know how to be
any more than the things in
your way.
I know all the pleasure
that life can bring;
I can distract myself
from anything.
(There used to be a little house
on the top of that hill
(but I'm looking, and I don't see it now
and I don't think I will).)
So I'm standing here on my own two feet
on my favorite side of my favorite street.
I'm not blaming anybody else,
like I did in my youth;
it was something that I wanted to say,
but it isn't the truth.
There's a train coming
and I'm standing on the tracks;
there's no going forward there's no going back.
I know I should get out of the way,
but I just can't move.
You think that you just might be that strong
when you have something to prove.
I know exactly how it looks;
I know exactly which road that I took!
But there's something coming into view
that I've never seen.
What is it that I'm supposed to do now
with this broken machine?
So this is it, right now is real.
It simply doesn't matter how you feel.
You're trying to sort through the box
but it takes so long.
There's nothing wrong with staying awhile
if it's where you belong.
I will sit here, quiet as a tree;
I will not deny the other part of me.
I don't know if I can make it,
but I'll give it a shot.
There's nothing going to get in my way,
if there's nothing I got.