Written by J. Valenzuela
Who's to say what's right or wrong
if I stand out in the rain too long,
filling up my drinking cup.
When I know I've had more than enough.
Write in the pages of my notebook,
but they never sound the way they look.
Kicking at this old tin can
and I wonder where the hell I am.
I can't figure you out.
I can't figure you out.
It seems so fine
when it's held to the light.
But I can't figure you out.
I can't figure you out.
They push and pull till it breaks in half.
Never trust a guy with a nervous laugh.
Worried 'bout the smallest things
While the world is coming crashing in.
Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp, Bonneville Salt Flats Music (ASCAP)
Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos)
