Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet I slide straight beack down to find Feelings are falling free, imaginations dance push it to the ilmit, keep reminding Holding on to all I have as is seems to fall jus tilke sand falls through the hourgla** And in the dark, when no one is around I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me and I say, my oh my, what a journey we have come along this far can there be a better place for me to see? Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet I slide straight beack down to find With questions comes a choice to bring a path to better things, though a love induces sleep of reason But there's still a building voice of this inner man that can hardly be hid by these eyes And in the dark, when no one is around I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me and I say, my oh my, what a journey we have come along this far can there be a better place for me to see?