(Screams) Sitting at the table with the sun glare through the window Swiftly dodging conversations about things that mean so little Starting to wonder, what life will hand to me Starting to ponder, superstitiously In my mind, in my head I will never be mislead In my head, in my mind Your the one that I will find Sitting at the back door with the wind through my hair Approaching many people, receiving looks and the odd stare Starting to wonder, what life will hand to me Starting to ponder, superstitiously In my mind, in my head I will never be mislead In my head, in my mind Your the one that I will find Won't you shine a light upon me Keep a close eye Point me in the right direction Keep me in the lines Shine a light upon me and keep a close eye Won't you point me in the right direction Keep me in the lines