It seems I can't explain it all

all the reasons gone and I just can't seem to shake

what I've been brought up on

and well it hard to say

and its hard to explain

that all the things I've known are feeling strange

I guess I'll always have tradition

to fall back on

and just what the hell

am I supposed to do

just accept someone else's point of view

and we could ramble on and on and still not know...

and what keeps rolling through my brain

it keeps running like a non-stop freight train

its that tradition seems to stick to you

just like krazy glue