Nov 06, 2005 17:07
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
And it's all predetermined, can't change your destiny
I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe,
I'll get to where I'm going
So when I'm lost in a crowd
I hope that you'll pick me out
Oh, how I, I long to be found
The grass grew high, I laid down
Now I, wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand
I've been laying so low
Don't wanna lay here no more.