I'm standing just inside the edge and staring out to where I want to be I've dug myself into a hole with really nowere to got and now it's deeper than I can see The roof over my head is blowing away there's a storm up in the skies above Well every time I step into the waters of change the waves begin to get rouch Sometimes I worry my fears'll rise up and that the force'll be just too strong other times I wonder just how much longer I'll be able to keep on keepin' on I find myself in a sticky situation should I live or should I stay? But really I'm just looking for simplification so witch is the better way? Prechorus: I'm wating what I've never had – instead but should I stay or should I move dead a head You'll find there's truth in every word – that I've said , that I've said! Chrus: Am I able to go to these places that I've never know? Or is it too deep is it too wide? Will I stay afloat or get trapped by the undertow? I just know I've got to cross the great divide I'm on my knees daily asking him please could you some how show me the way today I'm on my sinking craft and the last life raft has recently pulled away So many dreams inside my head could they possibly come true? It's difficult to break free from it lately cause I feel like I can't move Can this be reality or is it just a delusion help me wake up my mind am I confusing my heart with a tempting ilusion won't you please give me a sign