I go my own way and cover my tracks.
Instead of chasin and checkin the facts.
I do believe my time is runnin short.

It's hard to tell just who's who anymore.
So many people come and knock on my door.
Many claim that they are "The One'.
Somebody told me to reach for the Son.

I'm throwin it all away.
So many limes I've seen your love.
I know that it must be real.

Well I've got to keep movin.
Gotta look for what's real.
But seein is believin,
I've gotta know, which way to go.

Time and again somebody's turned me around.
But left me hangin with no truth to be found.
I see your life, and I wonder who's your master?

Still I'm wanderin around in a daze.
Can't seem to find my way out of this haze.
This old world's a merry-go-round.
Won't someone show me to solid ground?