Can't Find My Way Testo

I thought that down was up.
I thought that up was down.
I thought that left was right.
I thought the square was round.
I thought that good was bad.
I thought that bad was good.
I thought that north was south;
refused to do what I should.

Where's the lamp unto my feet? Where's the hope within my prayer?
All the times that I called out,
I wonder: Were you really there?

I can't find my way back home.