Don't drive too slowly, you'll find that it's only
A trip made for one
Nor give up early, you'll find you're mistaken When you gain perspective, you'll see what I mean
Must you look upwind to follow that smell?
That's been haunting you constantly, as if it exists? Don't get convinced or convince yourself anyway You might be wrong
Not moving quickly, I swerve in the way If I find it, then I can always find home
Moving too slowly, I'm finding it's only an added distraction It keeps me behind
I vacillate widely because, undecided, I catch myself playing Both sides of the game
I am waiting now to take the next step
Just to finally move forward would feel so good Don't look behind you, you'll find that you might not Like what you see