Well, I'm lost today, I'm almost wanderingnback to the door that slammed in my face,noh but here I am, here I am, here I stay...nnBut when will the street signs stop pointing west,nwhen will my thoughts stop drifting like smokenover the ridge to the trail we used to walk?...nnOh does it sound familiar?nThe whole thing fades to blacknand then you're waiting, waiting for it to burn again...nnWell, I'm lost today, I wont' deny it,nI'm going to lay down and wait for the compass rosenunder my skin to start to glownnBut look how the sun has painted the trees,nall these colors never known to them,ncolors never know to their leaves...nI'd like to sing like thatnnOh does it sound familiar?nThe whole thing fades to black nand then you're waiting, waiting for it to burn again...nnBut I know that someday, someday,nI'll offer up the song I was made to playnuntil even the mocking birdsndon't know what to saynand the mornings just make sense, sense, oh yeah...nnAnd where the dawn went I don't knownjust hang a white flag out the window,nuntil the sunlight shines through it,nwell is it morning yet?nnI'm lost today, here I am wandering,nit's late and I'm sure noticingnthe crook of my arm is lonely...nnBut look how the snow has painted the townnso that all of the street light nis dancing, dancing around...nI'd like to love like thatnnDoes it sound familiar?nnBut I know that someday, someday,nI'll offer up my Sunday afternoonsnuntil the rocking chairs have gonenand worn right through the paint on the porch floornand we're grey and grey and gone, gone, gone...