I'm looking up at a swinging light bulb
No other filament around to show me a pathway
Like Alice as she cowers in the darkness
Any hint of a song or colorful beam
And I'm running towards it, recklessly
Only, the pathway has so many bends
Curving sharply out of my sight
Rounding the corner to find myself lost again
Where I've been felt good and easy
Where I'm going feels fleeting
This is somewhere in between
Along the path that leads to nowhere
I'm missing something in translation
My words hastening to my lips
But unable to produce a sound
I'm stuck...