Don't know what in the world ever happened to you

after all of the pain that you went through

Never made up your mind what to do with the time

and now you've found what you're running out of



You've got so much to criticize but you keep it all inside

As stale as your old alibis, a man in his prime



And so you're back to your guns but now they're pointed at you

and your shot in the dark hit what you listened to

What was critically done was not so easily said

and with your feet in the mud they moved on



You've got so much to criticize but you keep it all inside

As stale as your old alibis, a man in his prime







Don't know what in the world ever happened to you

after all of the pain that you went through

Never made up your mind what to do with the time

so what in the world ... what in the world?