"Searching for the right phrase
Put a name on this new haze
I rub my eyes and I still canA´t see
IA´m blind in a new way
I cower under the shelter IA´ve made
Ports of call in new land
Busy making a new plan
Think I lost myself at sea
Send a rescue when I can
Although thereA´s not much left to say
And still these words ring through
To your own self be true
And careful what you learn
Sometimes knowing burns
Strike one up for the new age
Not sure weA´re on the same page
The way this whole thing looks to me
I could win at a snails pace
So many times I should have stayed
"