I'm constantly settling on stepping stones, never moving on Where I end up's usually where I say I belong It's completely sickening to sing a song with only half a heart And I've half a mind to tear this song apart But this colder weather gets my blood flowing faster And if older's better than I'll get better after With consequence sinking in, it's sad to say I never make it far Fate kicks your a** and leaves you behind the bar And common sense never wins, a single stroke of genius is just luck It's so hard to think when your thinking's run amok No, it's far more easy to just sit back and let the wind have you And on the breeze you'll see that trust in chance is really just a half-truth And all good things in all good time, if I could only put my finger on it It's hard to sing what's on my mind and then convince myself to act upon it If fate is what can truly bind our sorry souls to destiny then With fate and choice both combined there should be so much more I'm seeing In confidence everything is easier, but where's my courage now? I'd move along if someone would help me out