I've been wandering in a land of confusion
I've been torn between reality and illusion
I've been hurting you with my indecisions
I've been doing what I can by doing nothing
And the feeling is sticky as mud
And I know that I should make it so I talk a little slower
But today I don't know
And tomorrow may never come so
Whats the point in even talking it over?
I've been swimming in troubled waters
I've felt the tide take me farther and farther
I've been doingd something that I cant do much longer
Day by day the tide is getting stronger
But today I don't care
And tomorrow I may be somewhere else so
Whats the point in thinking it through?
Cause i've fallen down before
And I've gotten up with nothing more Than a bruise or two
So what else is a man to do?