Imagine your soul's traveling,
A road packed full of strangers.
No one to guide you,
Not even a sign.
Would you follow the strangers,
Or stay the path you originally choose.
Would you stay where you are,
How would you go about it.
That's when I realized it.
I watch daily the people go by,
I stand still as they all go by.
Cause my soul's lost without going nowhere,
It collapses upon itself with hopelessness.
So this soul only commutes within it self,
Watching the world go by.
