It doesn't mean you're gonna trip If you lose your grip You'll catch yourself eventually Like your troubles were the ice And your patience sharp as knives You'll catch yourself eventually You will make it or you won't If they follow, if they don't Think about it all you want It's what you do, and what you don't Looks like the light is coming back And the tables have turned It goes up it goes down No matter which way you're bound And if your lamp is burning out Well you had a good run It shows up it leaves now Nothing you have to understand Indecision has a will to make you stop and keep you still Let it go and you will know just what it is to lose control You will make it or you won't If they follow, if they don't Think about it all you want It's what you do, and what you don't Nothing you have to understand