Where are we now?

　　My moves have been made,

　　And I`m just on automatic,

　　Where are we now?

　　Alongside eternity?

　　Are we just waiting?

　　Last I heard we cycled round,

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　　But now we`re back,

　　Doing it all over again,

　　And the people,

　　Still seem the same,

　　Still following the path,

　　And the people,

　　Within each contained,

　　A sort of confidence,

　　Well, at least I have it,

　　Maybe hell is still hell,

　　I feel as if I`m standing on solid ground,

　　But maybe in other places,

　　The feeling`s still fresh,

　　I can still laugh,

　　Understand emotion,

　　Somewhere deep down,

　　I remember the yearning,

　　And sometimes,

　　I offer a prayer,

　　If hell does still exist,

　　This I would say,

　　As consolation,

　　As a time tested solution,

　　For the creek you`re crossing,

　　The car you`re driving,

　　Just follow the path,

　　Laugh when you can,

　　And don`t hesitate,

　　If hell still does exist,

　　You should know,

　　God built that road himself.