Comfort? Sofa chair pacifying words 
A touch on the shoulder to tell me that you'd heard 
Understanding to attention just in case you heard it wrong 
A fear of contradiction cos your feeling can't belong 
To this given situation that no-one can take away 
A smile, a nervous glance, "Well I'll be back some other day" 
But you really had to go and left this atmosphere behind 
So now it's back to circumstance, solutions hard to find 
As I turn the burning embers of a past that recently 
I'd found harder to remember than I thought was good for me 
But once confirmed the truth had pulled that 'recently' to shreds 
Now the obvious lies bleeding and the future holds my breath 
Shall I turn the page and start again? 
Or throw the book away 
Shall I tell you of these feelings? 
Or find something new to say? 
It's the act of making choices 
Asking questions, hearing voices 
Mixing pain and self-resentment 
With a knowledge that contentment 
Is a process of selection 
Cos in every situation 
There are good and bad directions you can go 
You can wallow in the fantasy 
Regenerating memories 
Or use the open scenery 
Impulse flow more easily 
If all the good things disappear for what seems like eternity 
Remember you created them by being what you'll always be 
Receiving input, giving back what makes you tick in time 
Natural instinctive tack running up the spine 
Use your central nervous system 
To help make up your mind 
Looking out with indecision 
Wastes a lot of time 
If it feels good take the risk 
And here I am talking like this 
And saying 'you' instead of 'me'... 
Experience is globally perceived as being basically 
A common sense capacity to understand the variety of influence upon the way we are 
Having gone so far 
There is no reasoning can stop us once we've reasoned what we've got