Plain Truth

Who are you And who am I Except a couple of people Wasting lots of time Worrying about the future Forever asking why Some people go on living While others die before their time Yet, there's never been a reason Whatever "is" is right If only just because it's Much too big a fight Like the painter who is way ahead Or worse, still far behind You only punch yourself out When you start swinging blind These are the things Too often gone unsaid These are the things That keep you better off than dead These are the things That keep running through your head Whoa-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh These are the things Too often gone unsaid Who who am I And are you Except a couple of people With nothing else to do But follow vain obsessions Making gestures towards the truth While trying to ignore it When its convenient to The symbols we believe in Sometimes turn inside out Reshaping each dimension We're so sure about Dreams get so frustrated Fantasies turn pranks A simple ounce of common sense Is money in the bank These are the things Too often gone unsaid These are the things Too often gone unsaid These are the things That keep you better off than dead Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Whoa-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh These are the things That keep running through your head