Can’t recall the moment when the doubtRipped your faceOr put my finger on quite when the fogTook your placeNow we’ve been beating on it'til we’re black and blueJust what good exactly is it gonna doAlways so much harderSo much harder when you have to tryCould we at least agree upon the sizeAnd the shapeThe relative dimensions that the lieOught to takeFor your delectation a scenarioTaken so much further than it needs to goAlways so much harderAlways so muchIf we could get away just for a week or twoBaby let it burn the way it used to doAlways so much harderSo much harder when you have to tryHave to tryAnd if the ground should open upAnd swallow meIt would not stopThat minute hand from ticking offThe minutes 'til the penny dropNot a breath of windAnd not a cloud in the skyAll the better then to watch the world passing byPassing byPassing byPassing by
