Truth is a tug of war

Between you and me

And in the middle lies our big dark holes

That can suck the dreams from a sleeping baby

Some say timing is everything

Burnt metal spread across a service road

I'm driving towards it and I look away

An instant in time plays two distinctly different ways

Would you bind my memories in twine?

Would you drive with me over the state line?

Would be willing to do the time?

Their simple messages we will use

Either way there is something that you are bound to confuse

Would you bind my memories in twine?

Would you drive with me over the state line?

Would be willing to do the time?

Their simple sentences we will choose

Either way there is something that you are bound to lose

Each day I figure's like the day before

Some days I'm content, for some I devise a cure

To dim the bell I refuse to hear

Its constant tolling as it rings inside of my ear

Year after year

And day after day

And year after year

And day after year