Quicksand, I'm sucked down in again. Blinded by the earth today. Deep beneath the undertow. But I'm two feet too short to reach it. . I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed.
Down a road less traveled. And I see my purpose in front of me. And it's simple and It's gentle I found. . Down a road less traveled. And I feel my conscience running deep.
I sit and watch my days disappear. Waste away in fear. . Will you wait? Won't you wait?. Will you wait? Won't wait for me?. Do you still believe I'll free myself?.