Where are the lines drawn in the sand,
All these boundaries were washed away with the tide,
And we're paddling out at sea,
Just trying to stay a float,
We're to afraid to go to the shore,
We're to afraid to stop kicking our feet,
The waves pull us back and forth,
We think we can handle it,
But in our minds somewhere,
We know we can't,
We know we're going to drown,
All because we couldn't make up our minds.