There's So Much I Don't Know
Now that all my friends are gone
I walk these streets, but don't belong
Keep the faith but I'm not that strong
There's so much I don't know
'Cause nothing left makes sense to me
They had to change what they came to see
And all things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
I don't recognize you
But I know your name
And as I walk around you
---------(?)
They think I'm bitter
But it won't last
When I want their opinion
I'll be sure to ask
And nothing left makes sense to me
Why must they change what they came to see?
All things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
But I know you are special
Each so damn unique
If you weren't always talkin'
You might hear me speak
All the grateful ladies
Just don't understand
You keep them in mind when
You unveil your plans
But none of them make sense to me
How must you change what you came to see?
All things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
I come from the city
You come from the plain
You come to the city
Trying to make it rain
Some may take the low road
Some may take the high
When I leave this city
Set it all a-fire
'Cause none of you make sense to me
Why must you change what you came to see?
All things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
And now that all the strange is gone
I walk these streets with blinders on
Life is short, death is long
That's 'bout all I know
I walk these streets, but don't belong
Keep the faith but I'm not that strong
There's so much I don't know
'Cause nothing left makes sense to me
They had to change what they came to see
And all things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
I don't recognize you
But I know your name
And as I walk around you
---------(?)
They think I'm bitter
But it won't last
When I want their opinion
I'll be sure to ask
And nothing left makes sense to me
Why must they change what they came to see?
All things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
But I know you are special
Each so damn unique
If you weren't always talkin'
You might hear me speak
All the grateful ladies
Just don't understand
You keep them in mind when
You unveil your plans
But none of them make sense to me
How must you change what you came to see?
All things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
I come from the city
You come from the plain
You come to the city
Trying to make it rain
Some may take the low road
Some may take the high
When I leave this city
Set it all a-fire
'Cause none of you make sense to me
Why must you change what you came to see?
All things blow eventually
There's so much I don't know
And now that all the strange is gone
I walk these streets with blinders on
Life is short, death is long
That's 'bout all I know
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Writer(s): Adam Stephens
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