Sense Field Drawing Board
Planning out, I'm planning out my strategy The next move, I figure making Same mistakes, they won't repeat When I find myself, down this deadend street Lord, I'm back Back to the drawing board Well yesterday, come back for awhile come back for awhile Another year, another year keeps going by keeps on going by Self, are you with me? It's when days, they last too long, It's hard to face being gone Can you see me, I'm deep into pain I'm up to my neck, in this quicksand
