I knew that this would happen
I could feel it in my bones
But still I was surprised when
All my doors were closed
And the opportunities
I gathered through the years
Were filled with such an emptiness
When they disappeared
So I threw my bags in my car and ran
I said I've got to get out of this quicksand
But as hard as I tried to get out of that sack
The pictures in my head kept me coming back
