(Lyrics by Ray Weston)
Could you point me to the nearest trend?
I'm lost with no clue
I could change direction to stay with the current
All depends on the flow
I could stand in the middle and never have to worry
If I don't have to make the choice
What if I said it first?
Then you'd compare them all to me
And I'd stand like no one else
You think too much
Relax
You'll understand
It's hard to make them come to life
They all look good on paper
I'm nothing if I can't be curious
So I question everything
If I gave you direction to point you on your way
You won't find what I've found
Promise me that you'll be there
In sickness and in health
Promise me that you'll be there
For richer or for poorer
Spoon fed hold your hand
Nose ring blind on blind
To have the chance is all I ask
To be part of the whole
If I stood on your shoulder
And whispered in your ear
Truth is you still won't hear
Promise me that you'll be there
In sickness and in health
Promise me that you'll be there
For richer or for poorer