I have to stand somewhere Until I find A good place I can stand. I really don't like shifting sand Or muck that you sink into. Isn't it much the same for you, Looking for firm ground As you're on the move?
And I have to hang onto something Until something comes along That I can really hang onto. Isn't it similar for you, Clinging to one thing (The very best yet) Until something else comes through?
And I must find someone I can trust Until someone comes along Who I can really trust. Leaps of faith I've made a few, Landed hard and changed my view. Isn't it sort of lie that for you? Looking for the truth As you're passing through?