Could it be that we got it all wrong Somewhere on the way we took dead end road And the navigator firmly holding the course Has been blinded by the sun and lost the destination point Could it be that the anxiety Sweeping suddenly through the central nervous system When it glows right in the front of your nose Is one of the true feelings given us to experience Could it be that we missed the right turn While the battery needs recharge and the fuel stock running low And the navigator proudly seems to ignore That it takes much more effort to make another mile forth Could it be that the reference point Is hidden somewhere outside of your coordinate system Time to time showing up between the lines And the notes and the letters and the halftone dots