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