What's up with the floor boards
The tiles move up and down today
It's raining splinters from the ceiling
I hope it's not too late to pray

The cold has found it's way inside
There is no hiding anymore
The fishes flew out of the pond
They're heading for the southern shore

All things are changing it seems



When I want to get ahead
I always seem to fall behind.
When I want to get ahead
I always seem to fall behind.

Time is way too precious now
And there's too much on my mind
I need some inspiration spark
Peaceful feelings yet to find

Walking 'round with melodies
They come and go like memories
Weaving in and weaving out
waiting for a voice to shout