Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night Anxious and restless, Pressed down by the darkness Bound up and wound up so tight So many decisions, a million revisions Caught between and light Wilderness of mirrors World of polished steel Gears and iron chains Turn the grinding wheel I run between the shadows Some are phantoms, some are real Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now The doubt and the fear I know would all disappear Anywhere but here On the edge of sleep, I heard voices behind the door The known and the nameless, Familiar and faceless My angels and my demons at war Which one will lose - depends on what I choose Or maybe which voice I ignore Wilderness of mirrors Streets of cold desire My precious sense of honor Just a shield of rusty wire I hold against the chaos And the cross of holy fire Wilderness of mirrors So easy to deceive My precious sense of rightness Is sometimes so naive So that which I imagine Is that which I believe On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness I knew which direction was right The case had been tried by the jury inside The choice between darkness and light