You made it all right
You've washed in the waves
Meanwhile the storybook unfolds
You had it all wrong
You had revelations
I was waiting for you at home
You've done what you've liked
You've made up your mind
You're leaving
But you're afraid to go
You're taking your time
You say that it's part of getting older
But you made it up
You can have your doctor come
And say that I'm not well
And you can have your preacher come
And damn me straight to hell
But I believe
And I can tell
There's more to life than this
So I'm not going down
I'm not going down
Into the abyss
I've dug into holes
I've bedded with wolves
I've shaken my finger at your reflection
I've done what I was told
I've tempered my soul
I've severed a meaningful connection
I've leapt without thought
I've had and had not
I've taken the path of least resistance
I've hurried through life
I've left you behind
If the journey is not the distance
Can I still make it up?
You can have your doctor come
And say that I'm not well
And you can have your preacher come
And damn me straight to hell
But I can see
And I can tell
There's more to life than this
So I'm not going down
I'm not going down
No, I'm not going down
I'm not going down anymore
And I'm not going down
Not going down
Into the abyss