I'd like to think I'm moving forward towards A house that's built to last Though to you it seems I'm wandering blind Chewing on this blade of gra** And when the wolf is at my door I'd like to think I'm in good hands To all appearances I'm out of my mind Maybe I'm green as this blade of gra** We ask ourselves these questions Where no answers can be found And if I'm moving in the wrong direction Well, I'll just turn around I'd like to think i'm moving forward towards A song that's built to last Maybe I'll never see the bottom line Maybe it's all in this blade of gra** Though to you it seems I'm wandering blind Chewing on this blade of gra**