Uncertainty follows me like a shade and it fogs my vision.
  Like a blind man I'm in the dark. I walk with no driection.
  I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps.
  Intuition and hope are my eyes in the uncertainty of tomorrow.
  It will be a better day.
    Hope is a waking dream. I'm only half awake.
  My room's a place to hide. It's not a place to sleep.
  A better day awaits for me.
    I know enough to know that I don't know much of anything
  If I open my eyes I see things I don't want to see.
  I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps.
  Intuition and hope are my eyes in the uncertainty of tomorrow.
  It will be a better day.
    Hope is a waking dream. I'm only half awake.
  My room's a place to hide. It's not a place to sleep.
  A better day awaits for me.
    If I open my eyes I see things that make me want t o fade away.
  I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps.
  I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps.
  Hope is a waking dream. I'm only half awake.
  My room's a place to hide. It's not a place to sleep.
  A better day awaits for me.