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 who 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