Wouldn't you think that
I'd have it all figured out by now

That I'd know exactly what I'm dong
Wouldn't you think that I'd have a key
To open every melody and sing

Like it is all here at my feet
Wouldn't you think that
I'd have a life hanging on my wall

So I could prove that I'm alive
But these are just things I've been given
For a plastic way of living

And I'm not sure if that really is my style

The second hand it rolls on by

It never looks back to wait for mine

And if I fall any harder this time

If I dig any deeper Lord what will I find
Well you can buy my life on radio
And order me by mail

But not everything about me is for sale
No not everything about me is for sale


Wouldn't you think that
I'd have the strength to carry anything
And I could buy myself

A brand new set of hands
But sometimes like the others
I just ran away take cover

And I swear that no one really understands
The second hand that rolls on by
It never looks back to wait for mine