god knows what is hiding, in this world of little consequence
behind the tears, inside the lies
a thousand slowly dying sunsets
god knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
i guess the loneliness came knocking
no on needs to be alone, oh save me
people help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
people help the people
nothing will drag you down
oh and if i had a brain, oh and if i had a brain
i'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away