I Guess We'll Find Out

What’s the point in keeping track where the exit’s at?
Thinking ‘bout another way, knowing that it’s just one way, ain’t no turning back, no
There’s nothing for me after disaster, I promise you that
Vision getting hollow
Try again tomorrow

Devil on my shoulders
Nights are getting colder
Am I getting closer
Will I ever know

How long will I have to wait,
The minutes dripping into days,
Counting down the soon until it’s now?
How far will I have to run,
Or stand here staring at the sun,
Til you’re mine, no shadow of a doubt?
I guess we’ll find out

Go and ask the crow not to sing or stop using its wings
Tell a mountain time to lie down, give its views to the ground, see how fast it shrinks
Look into the eyes of a statue, tell me who blinks
I ain’t changing either
It’s not a flaw it's a feature