World of Grey

«When I was a lad simple notions I had
There was wrong, there was right
It was plain as black and white
Ah, but now I’m grown, in a world on my own
The scenes I survey show nothing but grey
I looked around for the bright spots
The lights that would lead me ahead
I must not have looked in the right spots
Nothing bright, nothing gay,
Just a muddy old world of grey
Ah — but now I’m a man
And at crossroads I stand
Confronted with doubt
and all turned about.
At night in my sleep, I hear voices.
I’m never quite certain what’s said.
They offer me too many choices:
There’s no black. There’s no white.
Where is wrong? Where is Right?
I’m confused and unable to say;
How does a man find his way
In a world full of grey?"