There she is in front of me, walking in silence, her image of the coming tides
Persuading me to take a drink, but I never think too clearly when she's near me
I sit in silence, searching for something that solidly falls into my path's way.

She's a picture of my confusion
And she's pouring it out to me like wine.

Pick or choose something or your indecisiveness will leave you with nothing
You've got to know what you want, 'cause in the end you're left with what you bought
Not one thing can change your past if you don't act fast, or it'll change 'cause nothing seems to last.

And I won't come out of the clouds this time.