Whatever you're for, whatever you're against
There's a little of it on both sides of the fence
Every sinner is a sometimes saint
Every savior is sometimes what he ain't
You are in pain. You are alone
I don't know why, but you've got to go on
So, whatever, you know, retreat to the trench. Life can be sweet
I'm out, I'm fresh out of answers
I'll be underground if you need me
Every book I read is a variation on a theme
Of finding redemption through something not worthy of its love
So, here's an old song with a brand new name
Brand new words, brand new tune
Brand new me, brand new you
Where is my reserve? Shedding the sense that I deserve...
I'd rather I lost you before I lose my nerve
If this is a test, my hand's in the air; I've done my best
I'm out, I'm fresh out of answers
I'll be underground if you need me