How to concentrate when it seems
All the guys look like Adonis in blue jeans
Can't seem to shake the feeling we were left behind

Here we are on the path to righteousness, newborn, hairless and blind

Your sadness is the color of sand

And it will blow through this desert land
Until your days are through


How to evaluate what's going on
Guess we all just need a place where we can belong
I thought that I could swim through this sea of fools

But I might just be one of them, playing by the rules