Heavy eyes
tired sighs
one more day
for me to rise
above the noise
I have no choice
but to find
my lost voice

get off the floor
you're so much more
I cannot be here anymore
find a door and go
tired of hearing no
from every Joe Schmo
and John Doe
who think they know
how high or how low
I can go
down that road
before my tires blow
before I explode
no!

not again
don't pretend
this is not where my story ends
my saga continues
my journey extends
because of the steady hands you lend
when I am down
half in the ground
just me and my shovel
no hope to be found
you find a way
to share one more day
I pray
you'll stay
'til tomorrow is today

'til I know that I am safe
but I know you must go
so go
leave
I have to let go
I have to believe
I can do this on my own
I may stumble on stones
moan and groan
speak in tongues unknown
but forward I move
and groove
until I prove
that I can do this on my own