Walk into that place,
and you take up the space.

Make up your mind,
Can you do what's right?

Feeling trapped, you must escape.

Windows beckoning you to the world beyond,
Canopy of trees and power lines.

Promising you so much more,
the world you just came from.

Oh no, your sly escape will take you away,

Soaring along the highway, no strings attached,

Just below the highway, with all but one string attached.

No, they're all attached...

And they're surely all attached.

I know what is going to happen.
I can feel it guiding me.
But as soon as a word is uttered,
I fall off course and
my intuition shattered.

What can I do to focus my energy?
What can I do to focus my strength?
How do I keep these stray thoughts from roamin' free?

People make patterns, patterns make people.
I know this because of patterns. Patterns.

When people give me love,
I think that is all I need,
But I should see the pattern
and know that love isn't always free.

I have paid off my dues
and now my love is free.
Why is it then, that this isn't
the love I need.