Intro :
T ruth with all it's far out schemes
Lets ti me decide what it should mean
It's n ot the time but just the dreams that die .
And som etimes when the room is still Ti me with so much truth to kill
Le aves you by the window sill so ti ed
Without a wi ng to take you hig h
Without a cl ue to tell you w hy.
Now I just want to keep my name not bo ther anybody's game
With out ideas of gold or fame or - i nsane heights.
I don't want a lot of money I don't want a Playboy Bunny
J ust a love to call me honey. la te at night
In my ar ms by my sid e in my arm s late at nigh t.
But I don't know I ain 't been tol d
Ev'rybody wants a ha nd to ho ld.
They're so afraid of be ing ol d
So scared of dying so unkn own
And so alo ne rollin' hom e.
Well I s ee the ones who crawl like moles
Who f or a front would trade their souls
A brok en mirror's the only hole for them ;
And for you who'd exchange yourselves J ust to be somebody else
Pr etending things you never felt or mea nt;
Hey you don't li ve what you defe nd
You can't gi ve so you just bend .
Now if you care what people think Like th ey supplied some missing link;
They'll j ust stand back and watch you sink so slow .
They'll never help you to decide They'l l only take you for a ride
Af ter which they'll try and hide the fa ct that they don't know
What you should d o where you should go
What you should d o where you should go .
But I don't know I ain 't been tol d
Ev'rybody wants a ha nd to ho ld.
They're so afraid of be ing ol d
So scared of dying so unkn own
And so alo ne rollin' hom e.
There's no thing big I want to prove No mou ntains that I need to move
Or even claim what's right or true for you .
My sigh ts my songs are slightly charred Y ou might think they miss their mark
But th ings are only what they are and - no thing new
But for m e I think they'll do But for me I think they'll do.
Well I can see a king and queen a be ggar falling at my feet;
They a ll must see the same sad dreams at night ;
Futi lity and senseless war p it the rich against the poor
While ca use is buried long before the fig ht
For what was wro ng for what was rig ht
It's just the str ong who ever says what's righ t.
But I don't know I ain 't been tol d
Ev'rybody wants a ha nd to ho ld.
They're so afraid of be ing ol d
So scared of dying so unkn own
And so alo ne rollin' hom e.
