Texty: Incubus. Make Yourself. Nowhere Fast.

Will I ever get to
To where it is that I am going?
Will I ever follow through with what I
With what I had planned?
I guess it's possible
That I have been a bit distracted
And the directions for me
Are a lot less in demand, in demand

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah
Would I even care? I would

I take a look around
It's evident the scene has changed
And there are times when I feel improved
Improved upon the past
Then there are times when I
Can't seem to understand it at all
And yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere
Really fuckin' fast, nowhere fast

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah
Would I even care? I would, I would, I would

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah
Would I even care? I would, I would, I would, I would, I would