there is no sting like recognition to find yourself in this condition, when you wonder (I wonder what you want and what you fear and what you're waiting for; I wonder why you're smiling since the time I had to tell you more; I can see the forest for the needles on this cedar floor, but I'm losing my way…losing my way); yeah I wonder…[why] won't you help me find my way back home? Your name is here in the margins of desire, and now the page you occupy is on fire, so I wonder (I wonder what you want and what you fear and what you're waiting for; I wonder why you're smiling since the time I had to tell you more; I can see the forest for the needles on this cedar floor, but I'm losing my way…) yeah I wonder, can you help me find my way back home? The sun set and the stars shone; …[why] won't you help me find my way back home? Help me down – I'm coming down – I'm coming down – Help me down – now I wonder what you want and what you fear and what you're waiting for; I wonder why you're smiling since the time I had to tell you more; I can see the forest for the needles on this cedar floor, but I'm losing my way… won't you help me find my way back home? There is no sting like recognition…
Bert Jerred
