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