My Wind intuition
Has led me to this place
My tendency for guessing
Has tailed me once again
When all of this subjection And meaning has lost appeal
Just remember what you forget
Now that ain't real
Now who is you
Where you from
What's your name
Now what you done
One and one And Two makes two
Now who is you?
My poor, poor decisions
Brought me back into this place
And my trail of indecision
Is getting harder to retrace
And it's no coincidence
Coincidence has led me down this road
Win coincidently, many miles to go
This path of proper thinking
Led me further from the curve
And now the daylight's fading
With darkness in the corners
So homesick and free
Out here on this open road
But it won't be long
Till I'm too sick to come home