I I keep thinking my things are somewhere But they are not there they are nowhere The only thing I have left is me So there we are and here I am now I used to have so many things But they are gone and any things Now I found along the way The hard way how the hard way brings Just the musts of the day-by-day What I need but anyway The lonely thing left to do is be Never mind why to see about how Though whether or not I ever know The thing is to go on so I go Since everything is gone I let go and go on II Going on and growing blooming Unassuming and assuming I will be OK I go on another day Knowing I have my part to play Resuming what is consuming Me as I produce it seeing It though as freeing so being As I am to be Doing this thing that makes me me Going on and growing knowing I go on till gone still going Mad I know my way A madman's nursery rhyme Will be the role of a lifetime III Saying what I mean I grow till I am gone In the in between I know I will go on Saying what it meant To me to be who went Still me to be free To be transcendental Of the incidental Transcendentally Incoincidental Meaning what I say Going on my way Steven Curtis Lance