(words and music by Greg Graffin)



there's an old man on a city bus

holding a candy cane

and it is'nt even christmas

he see's a note in the obituary

that his last friend has died

there's an inflant clinging

to his overweight mother in the cold

as the spends her last dollar

on a bottle of vodka for tonight

and i guess it struck a nerve

like i had to squint my eyes

you can never get out

of the line of sight

like a barren winter day

or a patch of unburned green

like a tragic real dream

i guess it struck a nerve

every day i wander

in negative disposition

as i'm bombarded by superlatives

that i am not alone

introverted

i look to tomorrow for salvation

but i'm thinking altruistcally

and a wave of overwhelming doubt

turns me to stone

and i guess it thought my heart

we just haven't got time

to crack the maze

like a magic speeding clock

or a cancer in our cells

a collision in the dark

i guess it strunk a nerve

i try to close my eyes

but i cannot ignore the stimuli

if theres a purpose for us all

it remains a secret to me

don't ask me to justify my life