I can’t quite catch you
But I can’t ignore the scent
Following you on your twists and turns has my insides bent
I can never quite figure out
Just where I stand
But I’ll crawl on hands and knees in the midst of your quicksand
They say if you stop moving it’s the only way out
But little progress is some progress and I’m determined to make it count
Will I arrive with you in tow
Will you finally take my lead
Or are you my rider and I your bucking steed?