What Is Real

Everything seems out of my hands.
Nothing ever goes as I plan.
And when it rains, it never ends with clear blue skies.

What am I searching for?
Just cuz I want it won't make it be.
And ain't it the blues anyway-
that opens up our eyes and shows us What is real?

Everywhere a closed and locked door,
Endless places that I don't belong.
Who told them they know what's right from wrong?

What am I searching for?
Just cuz I want it won't make it be.
And ain't it the blues anyway-
that opens our eyes and shows us What is real?

You try to discourage me. You say I'm living in a fantasy.
Close the door and slam it in my face.
I'll fall, but I won't give up.

What am I searching for?
Just cuz I want it won't make it be.
And ain't it the blues anyway-
that opens up our eyes and shows us What is real?