It doesn't mean you're gonna trip
If you lose your grip
You'll catch yourself eventually
Like your troubles were the ice
And your patience sharp as knives
You'll catch yourself eventually
You will make it or you won't
If they follow, if they don't
Think about it all you want
It's what you do, and what you don't
Looks like the light is coming back
And the tables have turned
It goes up it goes down
No matter which way you're bound
And if your lamp is burning out
Well you had a good run
It shows up it leaves now
Nothing you have to understand
Indecision has a will to make you stop and keep you still
Let it go and you will know just what it is to lose control
You will make it or you won't
If they follow, if they don't
Think about it all you want
It's what you do, and what you don't
Nothing you have to understand
