You know I saw this from miles away
planted my feet determined to stay,
you’re always searching for an answer,
blatant location: Tropic of Cancer,
I try to give direction but it’s something I can’t say.
So don’t go giving up on me
I try my best to make it all easy,
but you’re determined to house this burden,
even though it’s certain I’m the person,
who’s always around even when you can’t see.
I’ve got the patience of a saint and some,
and gained belief and knowledge from
what dreams may come.
Well we’ve discussed this and more
opened the lines and opened the door.
So divided and undecided,
why try to fight it when we can’t hide it,
you can’t go showing someone truth they’re not ready for.
I’ve got the time to wait in slum,
some would say I’m playing dumb
for what dreams may come.
I’ll keep living under heavy thumb,
trying to convince myself I’m numb
to what dreams may come.
