Wrapped In A Cloud - Eric Johnson

My history, the middle; my second is first\nFootsteps to the riddle, wind and dirt\nLady Direction, she wears worn out shoes\nAnd Mr. Attention, slips from view\nI question my answers, I question myself\nLandslide election, no one else\nI sit on the ladder, but I’m holding the twine\nTo tie up the matters, to be mine\nInto this shell, to complete my destiny\nNo one can tell\nTo be awake, what’s ahead in front of me\nSleep on the rooftop, live in my bed\nI’m rewinding, what you said\nWork in the middle, my solitude figth\nSomehow that decision, don’t seem right\nInto this shell, I secure my destiny\nNo one can tell\nAwake the love, unfolding in front of me\nWrapped in cloud\nInside this shell, I create my own destiny\nPromise to tell\nWake to the sounds, reverberate\nIn front of me\nWrapped in a could\nSomeday the sapphire, its promise will sing\nMeantime my direction, slips away\n(end)