Noticing the strain on my mind Seeing it's not good for me I still have no idea What I'm required to be I listen to the problems of people I tell them what they want me to say And I don't see why I can't go on this way
Looking through the crack in the window And seeing things in a different way The image blurs And beams of light travel astray
I'm changing in my soul I've become tired and old My reformation continuing In the desert and out in the cold I want my future set But are we finished yet?
The patience tree is dying It withers as it drops to the ground I'm running out of time Hoping to get away
