I can give a hundred million reasons

To build a barricade

I blame it on the changing of the seasons

The thoughts that I've conveyed



Does it make it all right?

It doesn't make it all right



To roll it over my soul and leave me here

Roll it over my soul and leave me here



Look around at all the plastic people

Who live without a care

Try to sit with me around my table

But never bring a chair



Does it make it all right?

It doesn't make it all right



To roll it over my soul and leave me here

Roll it over my soul and leave me here



To roll it over my soul and leave me here

Roll it over my soul and leave me here