So what's this they are waiting for?
A stepping stone, a push in the right direction
I float down the river tied to a drifting log
And so i've become colder but more aware
I'm no more than a nomad seeking refuge from the sun
A place to bury my head when it rains

I've never fell in line
Never taken the high road
My place to breathe is underwater
But my lungs still float

Another day another mile away
From anywhere i want to be
Cold sinks into bones, and i'm grinning
They talk between the shades of grey
I'm still floating away it all away
Away from it all that I don't need
Still looking for that place i want to be

Underwater, it all sinks the same
Underwater, my lungs still float

Behind the scarlet curtain
I see the lights of home burning
Still hundreds of miles away
I'm drifting backwards
Just to keep it there
A cerebral snapshot
Left undefined

I'll never fall in line