Mud I feel like I’ve been walkin’ through I don’t know what kind of mud. Seems one day I fell down; been havin’ a hell of a time gettin’ back up. Truth is surely stranger than fiction, and some days a rain must fall, but the waters gettin' deeper and disbelief changes nothing at all. You say you don’t believe me you say you've nothing to share; you've heard a thousand stories, but none compel you to care. Took a long, hard look in the mirror, saw the years staring back at me; I remember the paths that led me here but not who I set out to be. I used to believe in my solitude there was dignity, courage, and grace, but I was stripped of each without warning fear, cold, and dark took its place. You say I must be a hippie to think that life should be fair; you say everyone’s got their story, but none compels you to care. You say you don’t believe me you say you've nothing to share; you've heard a thousand stories, but none compel you to care. None compel you to care.