Noticing the strain on my mind   Seeing it's not good for me   I still have no idea   What I'm required to be   I listen to the problems of people   I tell them what they want me to say   And I don't see why   I can't go on this way      Looking through the crack in the window   And seeing things in a different way   The image blurs   And beams of light travel astray      I'm changing in my soul   I've become tired and old   My reformation continuing   In the desert and out in the cold   I want my future set   But are we finished yet?      The patience tree is dying   It withers as it drops to the ground   I'm running out of time   Hoping to get away      I want my future set   But are we finished yet?