I make my way by inches and degrees
Can't make out the forest, too many trees.
It seems like every time I try
Something's there stop me.
I only back down when there's something to lose.
One foot should sometimes be better than two.
And if I jump across the fence.
Nothing there to catch me.
Try to tell you what I'm thinking, but it flies back in my face
Words come out different, meanings are shifted
And my intentions take new shape.
Turning me backwards, lifting me upwards,
You drop me in my place,
Wherever that is, whatever that means, whatever difference it makes.
Could it be that you don't understand me?
I doubt myself sometimes, never always.
And I don't feel like holding out.
Cause I'm too tired for this game.
Try to tell you what I'm thinking, but it flies back in my face
Words come out different, meanings are shifted
And my intentions take new shape.
Turning me backwards, lifting me upwards,
You drop me in my place,
Wherever that is, whatever that means, whatever difference it makes.
I make resolutions, I won't back down.
Then comes the rainstorm and I hit the ground.
But the sun's shining right now.
Take me away a while.