Late last night
I think I was confused
About the way things are
The way that we’ve all been used
And I was thinking’
About how to put it right
I swear ta God
I was up half the night
And in the darkest hour
Since my birth
I can’t answer the question
Of what I’m worth
Maybe it’s too late to ask the questions
I need at least ten more years
Give or take
If I’m only half awake
And most of what I am is fake
Please excuse me if I cop a plea
When I read between the lines
And see what isn’t there
I grip my bible tighter
And I hold it in the air
I try to add a paragraph
That indicates I care
And I hope you’ll hold my hand a little longer
I swear if I had any sense
I’d get out from under the bus
Instead of looking for meaning
In this dark philosophical fuss
[Chorus]
And I’d take a vow
To just treat other people with love
Mind my own business
And treat other people with love
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