How Old Are You...? - Tabula Rasa

Here is the path I’m shown

Step by step was not my choice

One more year to go So this map has been cut short

What’s in this job that I’ve been learning?

Who’s satisfied?

What happens when my cliff has come, should I jump or hold

To a safe place at that time?

Thoughts I can’t control

Push all plans I’ve had aside

With one more year to go

A chance to change I’ll never know

Which is the way that I will step into some life

Trying to stand straight, trying to conform

To the first person in my line

This is the way we operate

Life made easy

Look towards no identity

(Slip into the crowd)

(Because it’s easy)

(No one will miss me)