I sit and ponder life
Beyond my own belief
One step forward into times of grief
I know decisions are a grinding pressured chore
And I'm waiting for the...

High time now
And in the answer I believe
There must be something I conceived
And I'm waiting

Is this what I want?
Is this what I need?
Is this good for me?

Ten miles to go
And fuel for one
One mile to fly
And ten to run
And I, and I, and I am lost

Why try to ultracrepidate me?
Just turn towards yourself
Who cares what everyone is dreaming?
In summary, I bleed less than you sell
I may have promised that I'll be just one more self
Is this what I want?
Is this what I need?
Is this good for me?

I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting
I'm not going to wait
Any longer

High time now
And in the answer I believe
There must be something I conceived
And I'm waiting

Is this what I want?
Is this what I need?
Is this good for me?

And I may have promised that I'll be just one more self
Is this what I want?
Is this what I need?
Is this good for me?
Is this what I want?
Is this what I need?
Is this what I want?
Is this good for me?