Here's Where the Strings Come In

Well I have a fading impression

Of the last hurtful expression on your face

And I don't remember the time, but I remember the scene

Everything got ugly; well how do we get so mean?

And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing

Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much

And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting

Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much

No I don't remember much about it

Well can you see well from where you are sitting?

Because it didn't cost you a cent

It's for the pigeons to do your bidding

And with every single step, a stinking film of sweat

Well should I wear it like a three-piece suit, a torn flat, or a nervous halo?

And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing

Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much

And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting

Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much

No I don't remember much about it

Now we're two trains on the same track

The conductor passed out drunk

And you still ask me why I look so bad

Like my bathtub duck just sunk

But where's everything comes together

Either that or it falls all apart

Yeah, here's where the strings come in