Perhaps, maybe
they're just seeing it all wrong
perhaps, maybe
they've got their beer goggles on
perhaps, maybe
it's just another broken record
trying to play a song
trying to get along
trying to write a line and
leaving out the lost love-
it's gone.
Gone in the wind,
lost in the sins,
gone with the good words
and all the could have beens.
Perhaps, maybe
they're readin it all wrong
perhaps, maybe
they relate all along,
perhaps, maybe
it was a lie all along
trying to hold on
dying to get along
living just to hold on.
Hoping and praying
disillusion center front stage
remembering the old ways
calling the old names
wishing for the same thing
missing a link for a broken chain.
A broken chain, holding pain
break the shakles,
start a new day
nothing will be the same
it's nothing just bottled pain
it's nothing but insane
trying to mend something
that was broken since the first day.