Toad The Wet Sprocket High On A Riverbed
Why try
When everything I do seems half right
How can I be satisfied
Writing words from someone's else's lies
But sometimes I'm standing here
High on a riverbed
And light breaks through
Everything feels good for a while
High on a riverbed
I see myself sometimes
Vision is a mystery half blind
I wander through my life
Wondering what I could be if i
If i
