Find Your Way

Out on the plain Where the wild wind blows There's a herd

moving fast Nobody slows One zebra's marked Just a stripe out of place

Left out on the edge No one meets his face But sometimes the

truth don't ride with the crowd Sometimes you got to think out loud

Your body's yours, your choice to make Don't let fear decide the road

you take So raise your voice, don't bow your head

Follow the questions where they're led Curiosity's the fire inside It's your own

judgment you can't deny When the herd runs blind through the dust and