I n a way it's a certain comfort
falling into the hands of oblivion
keeping us from the other side of the door
keeping us from finding so much more
keeping us from getting to the deepest core


There are so many different kinds of detours
steering us away from our own true roads
directions become hard to understand
trying to plant two feet on the land
trying to save a fistful of sand
trying to be a part of the band


Most of the time it acts like a phantom
coming and going when least expected
at random it grips like a chest on fire
faithfully stealing away our desire
stopping us from climbing up any higher
making us walk on the tightest of wire


Here is why it can always be dear
it keeps the brain busy and escape is clear
there's always a route we can take that is near
there's always some reason to be with the fear