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