I walk through these days like a dog though a park I do things I've been told to... Never expecting their necessity Never believing their important I've got a small idea of what I'm looking for Guess I know what I need So I try to discern the leading chords And cut them to change the course I'm ready for the final take over I want to feel like a sailor in the storm Who has never been shaken like that before Never been so subjected to the waves I hope it needs just one more second