Now when I open my eyes

I see only what lies deep down inside

And I rush to find some place to hide

Though my faults and fears are not visible outside

But I feel all the sideways looks

From angels and devils and heroes and crooks

From those that would sace me, and those that would pounce

From those that would hold me, and those that would let me drown

From those who have no concept of over, under, up, or down

How can I take another step

Knowing at any moment I could stumble into my grave

Is there enough peace in my life, or sanity to be saved

One day at a time, the sundial repeats

And I can only find comfort in the sound of my feet

Heading out to where the clouds and mountains and molehills meet

On this twisting, turning, long, empty street.