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? Why try to ultracrepidate? Just turn towards yourself Who cares what everyone is dreaming? In summary I bleed less than you sell 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? 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?