The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head is a
carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops. I just want
someone to walk in front and I'll follow the leader. Like when I

fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. I started carrying
her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses. Now I try to be $$#ertive. I'm making

plans. I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their
demands. But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the
covers. I know I should be brave but I'm just afraid of all this

change.
It's hard to focus through all this doubt. I keep making "To Do"
lists but nothing ever gets crossed out. Even working on the

record seems pointless now. When the world ends, who's gonna
hear it? But I try and take some comfort in written words, yeah
Tim I heard your album and it's better than good. When you get

off tour I think we should hang and black out together. Because
I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...all those
summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time. Remember

all those songs and the way we smiled in those ba!@&(ts made of
music. But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all. I'm not
as strong as I thought.

So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out. Oh,
how I long to be found. The grass grew high. I laid down. Now,
wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I have been laying

so low don't want to lay here no more. I But if everything that
happens is supposed to be and it is predetermined, you can't
change your destiny. Then I guess I'll just keep moving and

someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.