i'd like to think i'm moving forward towards a house
that's built to last
though to you it seems i'm wandering blind chewing on this blade of grass
and when the wolf is at my door
i'd like to think i'm in good hands
to all appearances i'm out of my mind maybe i'm green as this blade of grass
we ask ourselves these questions
where no answers can be found
and if i'm moving in the wrong direction
well i'll just turn around
i'd like to think i'm moving forward towards a song that's built to last
maybe i'll never see the bottom line
maybe it's all in this blade of grass
though to you it seems i'm wandering blind chewing on this blade of grass