Well I know you've made a practice
Of closing all your doors
But promise me you'll open every window

There's a hundred different reasons
For the cracks you cover over
And the balancing will add to your confusion

But the maze is in your mind
Look for days, but you won't find
There's nothing here that hasn't been before you

Thank whoever, that tomorrow
Isn't looming any larger
Because there's plenty left to occupy the meanwhile

And you really like to travel
And you really love to feel at home
But neither seem to happen at the same time

And the map is in your head
As you're lying on the bed
Being blown away by everything before you
Before you

If you were paid for being honest
You'd have nothing left to live on
And all your debt would stack up very neatly
And in the back of your head
Is a lock in your spine
Full of tension and regret
Because you never really stopped to think it over

That the maze is in your mind
Look for days, but you won't find
There's nothing here that hasn't been before you
Before you