Alone in a field and looking around
No solutions were raining down
Beneath me only the soggy ground
The answer-man appears to be me
Where is the quiet in the storm
The nest from relentless turbulence
In this, no way I can perform
My memory bank is overdrawn
Chess pieces moving ’round the board
The game plan works until it doesn’t
Rook takes pawns, just like the warlord
To live and play another day
Finding a way out of this place
I consulted the yellow pages
Got ink on my fingers and face
Leaving me to my own devices
I woke up in the early morning
Asked God for some heavenly advice
A lightning bolt of fair warning
Shot across the bow of my boat
When the smoke cleared away
I felt a sense of enlightenment
Walking higher throughout the day
With a crooked and worldly smile
If I had a book to turn the pages
I’d study it morning and night
To find the wisdom of the ages
Answers to all of my questions
Few easy truths fly off the shelf
The choices of others fail me
Instead I must rely upon myself
And find the answer before the end
If only the solutions were known
In a guide to life’s riddles
It’s a mystery and I’m fully grown
Life has no owner’s manual
