Step, step. I carry on through the mist.
Looking around for things that I miss.
My feet feel heavy, my eyes are like lead.
But I cannot stop walking, till I've cleared my head.

Confusion engulfs me like a mountain top cloud.
Like standing alone in the midst of a crowd.
Like a first day at school, when you know noones name.
Then things come together, cause everyones the same.

I remember my first day, God damn was I scared.
I was let into the class, where I just sat and stared.
Then someone introduced himself, Thomas was his name.
He had a colouring book and some crayons for a game.

We coloured and laughed. I drew a purple cow.
We were best friends forever, but we don't see each other now.
The last time I saw him, he was managing a bar.
But the bar has closed down, now I don't know where you are.

Ain't it always the way, losing people whom you care for.
People who were closer than close, who you'd always be there for.
Then one day they leave, never to darken your doorway again.
From a constant companion to an old, one time friend.

Do you remember that friend, who you met when you were five?
Jumped along the school yard together, felt so alive.
Now they are lost in rememberance and memorial dreams.
Where they will always be five, with dirty elbows and holes in their jeans.

I remember growing up, and hating that I didn't fit in.
Didn't know what was cool, what was social sin.
I wasn't a fighter, was too shy for the girls.
Too smart for the cool kids, too dumb for the nerds.

I had a sense of humour, which saved me a lot.
An easy going persona, what you saw was what you got.
I was set apart because I liked to be alone.
With a good book or story, couped up at home.

I often look back, and wonder 'If only'.
If I'd done things differently, would I have been as lonely?
But life still goes on, we must live and learn.
Trying to reach for the prize that we yearn.

I've previously been left in a precarious situation.
Trying to reach the height of a bar that keeps raising.
Sometimes you fail, and this shapes your destiny.
Do I give up the ghost, or give all the best of me?

God loves a tryer, does God even exist?
Is he an all seeing beign, or an old urban myth?
Belife is belife, keep yours I'll keep mine.
I don't believe in God, I believe life is just time.

Time spent laughing, crying and such.
Takings things slow when it all seems to rush.
Holding hands with old flames that burnt you so bad.
Reliving with friends the lives you once had.

Remember when we did this, it was so funny.
But life changes priorities, children and money.
Shannon and Sinead, the most beautiful girls on the planet.
A wonderful set of mistakes, at least I didn't plan it.

I love my daughters, more than I could ever comprehend.
Way back when me and Thomas were still friends.
How can life depend on me, and the choices I make.
On what I provide, on the chances I take.

I try to do my best, if it doesn't always come through.
But I guess I'm still learning, don't always know what to do.
But I'll soldier on, raise you both the best way I can.
But you'll always be the baby girls I pushed in a pram.

Responsibilty will eventually takes us all by the hand.
Will pick out reality from the dreams you had planned.
But don't follow the crowds, I'm me and you're you.
The sooner you accept that, the better you'll do.

Life can get busy, so don't waste time chasing ghosts.
Head into the future with your memories close.
Do things for yourself, not for the amusement of others.
Hope your hearts safe in the hands of another.

Hearts are made for breaking, but try not to succeed.
A careful holder of your heart is a treasure that we all need.
Be careful if someone gives you theirs, for they may want it returned.
Make sure the fingers you grip it with, are fingers that won't be burned.

Step, step. I'm still walking through this mist.
Still hoping for a clearing. Some purity that I've missed.
My eyes are feeling heavy, my feet feel like lead.
I think it's time to stop walking. There is too much in my head.