You should be counting your blessings
From the sky, your eagle eyes found a great blind faith
I could be kicking the bucket
But, you should know, I never had very good aim
The right of way is a wild goose chase
It makes you wonder
If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark
It makes you wonder
If the beaten path is the promised land
If I worship the ground that he walks on
And it winds up that he has two left feet
Will he be walking on water?
Cause, you should know, we never liked to get our feet wet
The right of way is a wild goose chase
It makes you wonder
If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark
It makes you wonder
If the beaten path is the promised...
I got dizzy
I got lost
It makes you wonder
If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark
It makes you wonder
If the beaten path is the promised land
It makes you wonder
And I'm just a stick in the mud
