So many words, so little ideas
It’s just how it goes
In your face, all of the time
The flashing lights, help me to follow the blind
Sometimes I don’t know if I’ll find my way at all
When you think, that it is done,
It just keeps on going on
There’s some dust up on the hill
And it’s standing still
As it collects, it sticks to its ways
Just for the thrill, clouding our vision and will
Sometimes I don’t know if there’s shades of gray at all
You try to reason and be calm
Yet it ends up igniting a bomb
We stand watching it die
Why are we still surprised
Yet somehow we’re still asking why
Waiting in line, with no end in sight
A broken circle of life
Standing still, yet falling behind
It’s how we’re defined, ignoring where to draw the line
Sometimes I don’t know where I stand at all
I ask myself, where has it gone
Yet they tell me to move on
We stand watching it die
Why are we still surprised
Yet somehow we’re still asking why