Last Song Syndrome

My song of the moment. A last song syndrome. A diary I didn't write.
Yup. I know what it's talking about. Haha.

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Song: Goin' Where The Wind Blows
Artist: Mr. Big

Someone said life is for the taking
Here I am with my hand out, waiting for a ride
I've been living on my great expectations
What good is it when I'm stranded here
And the world just passes by?

Where are the signs to help me get out of this place?

If I should stumble on my moment in time,
How will I know if the story's written on my face--
Does it show?
Am I strong enough to walk on water?
Smart enough to come in out of the rain?
Or am I a fool, going where the wind blows?

Here I sit halfway to somewhere
Thinking about what's in front of me and
what I left behind
On my own, supposed to be so easy
Is this what I've been after
Or have I lost my mind?

Maybe this is my chance coming to take me away...

Here I am--
Walking naked through the world
Taking up space, society's child
Make room for me, make room for me
Make room for me...