I can give a hundred million reasons
to build a barricade
i blame it on the changing of the seasons
the thoughts that i've conveyed
Does it make it all right?
it doesn't make it all right
To roll it over my soul and leave me here
roll it over my soul and leave me here
Look around at all the plastic people
who live without a care
try to sit with me around my table
but never bring a chair
And in your head do you feel
what you're not supposed to feel
you take what you want
but you won't get it for free
you need more time
cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
but i'm not sure if it ever works out right
but it's ok. it's all right
And in your head do you feel
what you're not supposed to feel
when you take what you want
you don't get hope for free
you need more time
cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
and i'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right
will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
cos it never, never, never works out right