But the weeks are so slow
We are always trying to keep up our mast
And we hope that the wind will always blow
But sometimes I just wish everything would stop
Frozen in this state of mind
I want to stop trying to get to the top
And just ponder and find what I'm trying to find
Chorus- I'm looking for myself but I can't find him
I'm searching but he's not there
There's fog and it's blocking my vision
But it's so thick that it won't tear
I feel like my eyes aren't really opened
Like there's something in front of my face
But this veil just won't be lifted
And yet I keep on running this race
Maybe the answer does lie higher
And they aren't just old wives tales
Maybe my path is made of fire
And I'm really just running downhill
(chorus)
I'm a traveler