Cause everywhere I seem to be, I'm only passing through
I feel I’m on the verge of some great truth, where I’m finally in my place. But I’m fumbling still for proof and it’s cluttering my space, casting shadows on my face. I know I have the strength to move a hill; I can hardly leave my room. So I’ll sit perfecty still and I’ll listen for a tune while my mind is on the moon. And if I stumble, and if I stall, and if I slip, now, and lose it all. And if I cant be all that I could be — Will you … will you wait for me.