There is a way to cope, and I might've found it But then again, I don't know He does his best to keep me on the straight and narrow So I back down I could be planting a garden Everyone knows that touching the dirt Is good for your soul There is a way to do all the things you thought you couldn't In real time Such an accomplishment to use my own burnt senses To get me out of my mind Sometimes If I am constantly changing Something must be held immeasurable if I'm still myself Give me some time to go forward Nothing is done in the time we allow We think that we have everything figured out Til we wake up and all is erased Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild, rebuild again Again