Guided by voices

Wake up and start another day.

Thats how your life gets torn out page by page.

Waiting slowly for the lights to change.

So you mix it up and rearrange.

Put down your thoughts and it feels so strange.

To be guided by voices

So you pick it up again today.

Hoping the light will burn so bright again 

or will you just get in your own way 

Who are you to tell me how

How it feels to love a dream

Who are you to tell me how

How it feels to float upstream