Well it always comes to this, so busy living life I become the god of my own storylines And with excuse after excuse About having no time for You I run round in circles til I stop for breath I sit down to decide, to plan, regroup, re-strategize Having forgotten it's no use So of this tangled mess of strands that I've made of my life Let me pick the path that pleases You Well it's no wonder that tonight
Like so many nights With a vengeance Sister Sleep eludes me still Trying to be the mastermind Forgetting there's a line Between letting and not letting go the wheel But after all these years You're still here-- I can see You now Crossing Your arms, shaking Your head Like a parent to a child I spy a gentle smile as You Let me pick the path that pleases You