(words and music by Greg Graffin)
There's an old man on a city bus
Holding a candy cane
And it is'nt even christmas
He see's a note in the obituary
That his last friend has died
There's an inflant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold
As the spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka for tonight
And i guess it struck a nerve
Like i had to squint my eyes
You can never get out
Of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve
Every day i wander
In negative disposition
As i'm bombarded by superlatives
That i am not alone
I look to tomorrow for salvation
But i'm thinking altruistcally
And a wave of overwhelming doubt
Turns me to stone
And i guess it thought my heart
We just haven't got time
To crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it strunk a nerve
I try to close my eyes
But i cannot ignore the stimuli
If theres a purpose for us all
It remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life

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