Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner

Not enough of this, too much that

So many voices tried to speak as one

Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong



CHORUS

You took it hard, you shook it down

But maybe this time, like no ther time

You'll be unbound



When your feet of clay finally hit the ground

At the speed of sound, nothing more was heard

In a flash of fire that left behind no smoke

What was once too bright is now as dark as night



CHORUS



I wish that I could say that I was surprised

When I heard the news tthat you had said goodbye

I hope you're doing well, I hope it's good this time

Somewhere I heard that you were doing fine