Road to Good Enough
I've been searching roads and rocks
Crawlin on knee and hand
Looking for the set of keys
To the Promised Land
I stubbed my toe. I hit my head.
And fell far into Wonderland
Following a ray of light
That I might understand.
Oh Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Don't be late
White Rabbit paints impatience on my face
I'm lost in forests dark with rhyme
I'm clinging to the hands of time
Never looking up
Looking for the road to good enough.
In my path stands a dark and dusty house
In the cellar I do find
A looking glass that reflects the past
And beckons me inside
I look in-find that Sigmund's having me for tea
Boiling a kettle of my tears
The wall clock laughs mockingly
I cover up the mirror
And I hurry! Hurry! Hurry Can't be late
White Rabbit says impatience is my fate
I'm lost in forests dark with rhyme
I'm clinging to the hands of time
Never looking up
Looking for the road to good enough.
A crystal ball rolls up to me
Pick it up, stare deep inside
Dare to ask for what I seek
The answer burns my eyes
Yet comes as no surprise
Looks like I hurri - hurri - hurried 'long the way,
But life slowly step by step fell into place.
Turns out the darkness was all mine.
I had the answer all the time.
Finally looking up.
Finally giving up
Looking for the road to Good Enough
I've been searching roads and rocks
Crawling on sacred lands.
Searching for the set of keys
That I held in my hand.