| We can find that we have wandered so far from the path |
| We can find that we’ve lost sight of all of the things we really had |
| Now I’ve reached this destination, but I wonder where I’ve come |
| Where’s the goal that I once dreamed of at a time when I was young? |
| As the earth gives way beneath my feet |
| And I stumble blindly all alone |
| Through an isolated plane of fear |
| Haunted by the dreams that I disowned |
| When the hourglass seems out of sand |
| And nothingness seems close at hand |
| You’ll remember all you really had |
| And it brings things into focus |
| I can put aside the phantoms |
| Conjured by the sirens' songs |
| I can strive to find the meaning |
| And learn I knew it all along |
| I can look back to the life I had |
| And the things I wanted for myself |
| I can turn and try to walk the path |
| And ignore the search for something else |
| But if all we have is just one try |
| I want to live before I die |
| Does there have to be a reason why? |
| Would it bring things into focus? |
| So if all I have is just one try |
| I have to live before I die |
| I’m not sure I need a reason why |
| Just to bring things into focus? |
| But the hourglass seems out of sand |
| And nothingness seems close at hand |
| And I think of all I really had |
| And I want it back in focus |