Just wasting time here
So much to witness, so little time to
So many people dying, so much bad news
But, what is news, if it's not the truth
And, what is truth, unless it's hard as Hell to hear
And, what is Hell, other than weight to bear
And, what is weight, if it's not in the context of social acceptance
And, what is society, other than people too afraid to fall out of line
Can't believe this is where we are
We left so early, yet, we're still so far from the end
How can we pretend we know anything at all
When we don't know anything
When we don't know anything about love
We keep them cooped up on their pills
Too little time, too many difficult kids now
Too busy, too much money to be made by sundown
But, what is sundown, other than a darkened cloud
And, what is dark, when we expect disrespectful children to mind
And, what is disrespect, if it's not perceived by someone in authority
And, what is perceived, if words like 'right' and 'wrong' didn't exist
And, what is 'right' or 'wrong,' other than the norms of a collective body
Can't believe this is where we are
We left so early, yet, we're still so far from the end
How can we pretend we know anything at all
When we don't know anything
When we don't know anything about love
And, we don't know anything about love