one afternoon as I drove in my car I was thinking of you and the way that we are
I saw my whole life to be playing a part and I didn't know if I had love in my heart
could I believe that my freedom was sold, like a dog on a leash, was I being controlled
I thought back to times I had been in the past when I swore I would never again let that last
some people store all their problems away and they think they'll get back to them some rainy day
but that isn't me, like a bug in my eye, something is wrong, I can't let it go bye
three o'clock comes and the school day is through, the children walk home with their pencils and glue
I pause at the stop sign to let them all cross and I try to consider my gain and my loss
what are the chances that I could be wrong, am I fooling myself, am I thinking too long
I could be projecting a demon inside, or maybe just looking for somewhere to hide
it's all just a sign of a man and his age, his love is his freedom, his fears are his cage
but he can't concieve it, it's so hard to recieve it, and he can barely believe that it's only a stage
being with you I have changed my old ways, I've dropped a few vices and stepped from a haze
but sometimes there's other things covered up deep and I watch them come out in my dreams when I sleep
chances have come and chance have passed, what once was wide open is now closing fast
our love has led us to a fork in the road and I'm wondering if I can handle the load
I thought I knew what I wanted from you and I thought I hated uncertainty too
but now all the tables have turned upsidedown and I can't tell the smile on my face from a frown
love is so sweet and love is so kind, but don't stare too long, it might make you go blind
sometimes I just have to take a step back to see something missing or something I lack
slip me the key and I'll open the lock, it needs a good wind, like a grandfather clock
my guardian angel looks straight in my face and tells me the truth when I step out of pace
it's all just a sign of a man and his age, his love is his freedom, his fears are his cage
but he can't concieve it, it's so hard to recieve it, and he can barely believe that it's only a stage
-Dan Whitaker
(c) 1997Sunny Smedley Records.