Another day to lay in waiting. Look away from the sun that's shining as you meet the morning in a daze. Your head is spinning. Try to save your energy and hope the worst is over. We're not out of the woods yet. We may never be. A million years? Just how long we've been here I cannot say. We disappeared behind the treeline some distant day. Ever nearbut I can't shake the feeling, so far away. We can't go back the way we came and we don't know how to stop. We're not out of the woods yet. We're not out of the woods.