We're all wundering, wandering on as if to be something is the most important thing

We're all wundering, stumbling around with no direction but acting as though we've found the connection

We're all wundering, that's our passion our drive our will to live wrapped in a bundle of life

We're all wundering, wondering who's in control of our soul

And those who have that answer have peace about forever's unknown

We're all wundering

When will I come home physically or mentally

Constantly staying in my best interests hopelessly

Aimlessly wandering like a nomad

No, I'm not mad just a man without sand to call my own

But it's not really about that

It's not really that I'm ever sad because I'm not

And it's not really because I'm glad because I just happened to forget why it is that I do this

Look at me but not really

Trying to give it all out transparently

Trying too hard I guess to see the sea at hand

Drink it all in even though I shouldn't, and I know that I really couldn't ever pull away

And everyone seems to know that I won't be here to stay, but I will of course

See, this is where I'm at even though it's not where I began

And this is where I'll be forever here with or without my own sand

Some people might look at me and I can see what they say

Most individuals judge in their heads and then turn their heads and walk away

To be like a child and not know any better

To be like I'm young again would just be so much better

My mind tells me I'm tired, tired of waiting tired of dreaming

Telling me soon that everything I see will expire, but I'm too young to retire

I got my whole life ahead of me, that's what I always hear

I see so-called opportunities flash in front of me, and I just don't feel fear

But I probably should

I probably won't go anywhere but I know I could

If I'd just apply myself and rise to where it's blue

These words are a reminder of what I used to be

What I could be, and what I am because of you