Stepping Stone

Stepping stone, stepping stone, do you call god on the telephone

And tell him all your burning thoughts of your daily dealings

Stepping stone, stepping stone, stand up applaud to yourself at home

Your mind is full of food for thought you find so appealing

My how the years have come to pass, embrace the fact that life is never exact

Your preconceptions where not manifestations they were only illusions

Was your gaze fixed on the finish line, as you raced past all the warning signs

Your delusions of grandeur will lead to disaster

Was your gaze fixed on the finish line, as you raced past all the warning signs

Your delusions of grandeur will lead to disaster