Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself This big old rock Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
And I wonder, and I wonder Will I make it through the thunder And I pray the Lord, he carries me With one set of footprints on the sea The sands of my past life I wonder
I sit and soak My nerves are shot; my soul's a sponge, the crutch I hold that keeps me up I hold my feet up As across the tracks I prayed good luck
And I wonder, and I wonder Will I make it through the thunder And I pray the lord, he carries me With one set of footprints on the sea And the sands of my past life I wonder And I wonder And I wonder
You say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel Oh, you say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel With a sad face the heart grows wiser
So call me the wise men Because my sorrow rises well above as I grow older, my shoulders wither And I wonder, and I wonder
