Lyrics by Chris Buzby

One angry gesture provoked by hate
One friendly favor considered too great
One gracious smile looked upon as fake
Have I become too jaded?

Too many critics defame and deface
"Two can't accomplish what one will replace."
To be idealistic you're always saving face
Another ego deflated

To whom do I owe favors and to what do I belong?
On which fine line must I balance to remain headstrong?

My 3-D glasses helped images soar
My three point baskets helped even the score
Three tries for perfect I'm left with no more
How quickly life becomes out-dated

The alter ego the place where we go
Another person opens up inside
A drive's that's instinct to act more than think
Nothing more than a place to hide

For years I have wondered how hard should I try?
Now four years later I think I know why
Fortune smiles on those who never say die
How long I have waited...