In the sky again on a Wednesday "Busy life," as my friends say But what are friends, anyway? Killing time with useless passions Filling lines with weakened words But what could I ever say? Wasting hours in greener pastures Counting flowers on distant shores What are dreams, anyway? Painting smiles for foreign stages Counting miles and moments lost Does it all fade away? Reading books and painting pictures Finding meaning in the dust What is meaning, anyway? At the ledge again in the summer After all my choices made But what are plans, anyway? Pushing off from all I wanted Trying to find the man I'll make But who am I, anyway? Am I brave with bold ambition Or am I terrified of love? What is life, anyway? Am I drowned or am I sinking? Am I too far to get up? I don't know, anyway I'm so scared of new beginnings Yes, I'm terrified of change But I change, anyway Like a river that lost the sea I will carry you with me