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