Searching for the right phrase Put a name on this new haze I rub my eyes and I still can't see I'm blind in a new way I cower under the shelter I've made Ports of call in new land Busy making a new plan Think I lost myself at sea Send a rescue when I can Although there's not much left to say And still these words ring through To your own self be true And careful what you learn Sometimes knowing burns Strike one up for the new age Not sure we're on the same page The way this whole thing looks to me I could win at a snails pace So many times I should have stayed