And I see
A thousand different futures in front of me
As vivid as a memory

And all I know
Is the lies I tell myself
That I'm headed in this direction

Fear's the price
Of a good imagination;
Am I headed in this direction? I don't know

Stood on a hill
On the mountain of dreams
Telling myself it's not as hard as it seems

A quiet life
Will be waiting for me
In the warmest future that I can see