We can find that we have wandered so far from the path We can find that we've lost sight of all of the things we really had Now I've reached this destination, but I wonder where I've come Where's the goal that I once dreamed of at a time when I was young? As the earth gives way beneath my feet And I stumble blindly all alone Through an isolated plane of fear Haunted by the dreams that I disowned When the hourglass seems out of sand And nothingness seems close at hand You'll remember all you really had And it brings things into focus I can put aside the phantoms Conjured by the sirens' songs I can strive to find the meaning And learn I knew it all along I can look back to the life I had And the things I wanted for myself I can turn and try to walk the path And ignore the search for something else But if all we have is just one try I want to live before I die Does there have to be a reason why? Would it bring things into focus? So if all I have is just one try I have to live before I die I'm not sure I need a reason why Just to bring things into focus? But the hourglass seems out of sand And nothingness seems close at hand And I think of all I really had And I want it back in focus
