Can't seem to shake it or move along that line
Set the path and the goal, but where is the time?
Always willing to try something, but moving too slow
There goes life, slipping out your hand as you let it go
Grasped too tightly, or maybe a little too loose
Does it matter now? Lost it, kit and caboose
So you wait here some more, wondering when'll it change
The world passes on by, while you grow more strange
Just a nail in the wall, screwed in a little too tight
Can't move from the stud, dug in too hard for the fight