at night i have dreams of how it will be

people look the same and say what they mean

*whistling*

in the back of my mind i know nothing will change

wish that kept me from going but i go on the same

*whistling*

oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?


*clears throat*

well i'd rather be poor failed and undone

than to live for the words of golden tongues

*whistling*

oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?

it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps