Jet Set Greydio

1, 1 foot in front of another 2 steps forward, 12 steps back 3 dimensional, this must be intentional 5 senses yet somehow still feel flat Why must everything just end up a puzzle It's too much to juggle, knees ready to buckle I think I'll collapse Okay I'm begging Lord just give me the muscle To never be subtle, to not be befuddled Or at least not become my dad Think I'm having doubts That this all comes up roses in the end Can't see past the clouds The voice says exactly what it said on the tin The first few pieces are the hardest to find After it's all laid out how could I lie Do you really think that would be right What's left to do with (what's left to do with) A puzzle that's solved Take it apart (take it apart) And finally, finally, finally What's left to do with (what's left to do with) A puzzle that's solved Take it apart (finally on) And finally, finally, finally move on