More song lyrics....

Ron sexsmith-Blade of grass

I'd like to think I'm moving forward, towards a house that's built to last.
Though to you it seems I'm wandering blind, chewing on this blade of grass.

And when the wolf is at my door, I'd like to think I'm in good hands.
To all appearences I'm out of my mind, maybe I'm green as this blade of grass.

We ask ourselves these questions, where no answers can be found.
If I'm moving in the wrong direction, well I'll just turn around

I'd like to think I'm moving forward, towards a song that's built to last.
Maybe I'll never see the bottom line, maybe it's all in this blade of grass.
Though to you it seems I'm wandering blind, chewing on this blade of grass