Oh, to reach inside myself, scrape the walls and let them heal,
I can't depend upon these feelings, they could be anything but real,
Could be the things I've eaten,
Could be the first shot fired,
Could be a web of deception,
One step left of my direction,
So, somebody get that light and hand me my glasses, shake the children from their beds,
Let the Mrs. put on her housecoat, and a prayer for mercy said,
With all of this welling up inside, we're headed for the edge of town,
And we're walking the distance without a sound but our tears rolling down.
But our tears rolling down.
Oh, to understand myself,
Why I feel the way I do,
I can't depend upon my feelings, they could be anything but true,
Could be I stayed up too late last night,
Could be the morning news,
Could be that I'm not perfect yet,
I got a long way to go, I must admit.
So, somebody get that light and hand me my glasses, shake the children from their beds,
Let the Mrs. put on her housecoat, and a prayer for mercy said,
With all of this welling up inside, we're headed to the edge of town,
And we're walking the distance without a sound but our tears rolling down.
But our tears rolling down.
Oh, our tears rolling down.
