We're all looking for the same thing
Maybe not in the same way
But we try and fit, still hit impasses
And just pass away
We're all stumbling at our own pace
Pretending we're not in the race
But you can just walk away
Emboldened and saying nothing
It's so hard, I know
To face the day
But where you gonna go?
Guess if you knew, you'd make your way
The thing about direction
It's so many tricks to pray
Don't you try to win
It clearly grow, but you bloviate
Jesus Christ, no one talks that way
You just wanna be felt, understood
Then say it in a simpler way
Tripping over your words again
It's always the same
And you're mad at the world again
Ignoring what you say
And you write doubt
The about
Forgot to look the other way
The poor guy was just on his way home