What are you thinking, there,
Standing all alone,
Thinking thought all your own;
Staring off into space,
Thinking life is only a chase,
And you're on the losing end.

Sentiments flow to your head,
Having time with no one to spend.
Life goes by, before your eyes;
Looking up at the big blue skies.
Lonely, oh so lonely, you are,
Looking out afar.

Like wavers in the stand of candlelight,
For yourself is no longer in sight.
It is a choice, now, where you go.
No longer may you go where the winds blow.
In the end, fears you see.
Instead of you,
And the one you could be.