Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams
  I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself
  This big old rock
  Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
    And I wonder, and I wonder
  Will I make it through the thunder
  And I pray the Lord, he carries me
  With one set of footprints on the sea
  The sands of my past life
  I wonder
    I sit and soak
  My nerves are shot; my soul's a sponge, the crutch I hold that keeps me up
  I hold my feet up
  As across the tracks I prayed good luck ??
    And I wonder, and I wonder
  Will I make it through the thunder
  And I pray the lord, he carries me
  With one set of footprints on the sea
  And the sands of my past life
  I wonder
  And I wonder
  And I wonder
    You say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel
  Oh, you say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel
  With a sad face the heart grows wiser
    So call me the wise men
  Because my sorrow rises well above as I grow older, my shoulders wither
  And I wonder, and I wonder