powderfinger - odyssey number five

My happiness is slowly creeping back Now you're at home If it ever starts sinking in It must be when you pack up and go my happiness

It's coming round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its demands It settles in its place Its shadow in my face Undignified and lame

This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned these days

In all the hidden pleasures you find In what you're looking for I hope that you remember that pride Comes before a fall

I can barely see up and down and back again Despite what you believe I keep away from trouble If who I am today's a sign of where I'm going I'm ready to embrace up & down & back again