The truth about how it is
Crowds jump to their death From the bridge as I drive by tonight And they've missed out on it all The whole gist there as they fall You're not expected to know why it's such a short time And there are stanzas never meant to rhyme
It is when we try to span And think and escape their lies
And we've much farther than we've got to go With a toddler at the helm this time And there are things we will never will define
Crowds jump to their deaths From the bridge as I drive by tonight And they missed out on it all The whole gist there as they fall You're not expected to know why it's such a short time And there are things we will never will define