My mind is wide asleep 

My conscience deep awake 

The promises I keep 

Are not the ones I make 

I count the costant causes 

I lost count of regrets 

A surplus of good intentions 

don't provide me with content 

all I want is just a little content 

I choose the beaten path 

I've been to where it leads 

Why I keep coming back 

A mystery to me 

I found what I've been seeking 

It's too late for me to care 

My aspirations leaking 

from a hole I can't repair 

maybe I just don't want it repaired.



Thanks to Becky (atheists_union@hotmail.com) for correcting these lyrics