INTRO:
“ew…no…”
“oh…yea…!”
(he held hosanna in his hands…)
(he thinks she simply understands…)
VERSE:
the line’s been crossed
the truth’s been told
you’re getting rather old for this…
half as bright…
but twice as old…
you let it slip away…
you’re giving it away…
CHORUS:
how come every problem comes from you?
(the root)
how come all corrections come from me?
(the seed)
how come all conclusions come
when that’s left to do is done
how come every problem comes from you?
OUTRO:
where do you when you really oughta know
that the truth is just a series of harmonious lies?
(it’s a lonely road…)
(it’s a wild ride…)
(it’s a holy ride…)