Looking out in front of me yet nothing looks clear, walking on toward it all yet it moves as I get near I feel as if its lingering a few steps ahead What awaits me there is what I seem to dread
Thinking of turning back I take a look behind, A bottle full of misery is all I seem to find.
Looking in the distance up ahead of me I realize what it is, its my future I see What awaits me there at this time I dont know, So I begin my journey forward carefully taking it slow. Then all at once it comes to me finally at last, That bottle full of misery appears to be my past.