Just when I think the sun's going to shine
The wind brings more clouds in a long dreary line
My life is spinning out of control
I try to hold on, as I act out my role.

How do I know if I'm going the right way?
I've been given no lines in this role I must play
From sunrise to sunset, there's a battle inside
Do I follow the crabs, or go out with the tide?

Why wasn't I given a handbook at birth?
To tell me my purpose and what I am worth
Am I running and falling for nothing at all?
Is this goal that I'm reaching, a rigid brick wall?

I can find no one to answer these questions I ask
So I'll hide my confusion in a soft smiling mask
Maybe the answers will come in my dreams
Or pass by unnoticed and drift with the streams.

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