Since I am alone
Since my heart has no home
Any thought that wants out of my head
Better pack a lunch and dress for bad weather
Since I am afraid
That some kind of mistake has been made
If I say what I truly mean
I'm sure that I'll be send off into exile forever
Sometimes all that it comes down to
Is knowing when to go and when to stall
The joys are as small as the truth is precious
There is no anthemic chorus at all
There is just the call to answer
And you've only got to answer the call
Most of the time
The clear and tender thoughts can't get me to rise
They don't rhyme, and they're not mine
It's the church bell's job the morning to shatter
But once in a while
I'll be curled up like a snail on the bathroom tile
With one eye closed so my blind eyes can see
What I've been scratching out on paper like it matters
Sometimes all that it comes down to
Is knowing when to go and when to stall
The joys are as small as the truth is precious
There is no anthemic chorus at all
There is just the call to answer
And you've only got to answer the call
Just start thinking about everything you have as a bonus
If all of your time is borrowed
How could you ever be blue?
Sometimes all that it comes down to
Is knowing when to go and when to stall
The joys are as small as the truth is precious
There is no anthemic chorus at all
There is just a call to answer
And you've only got to answer the call
There is just a call to answer
And you've only got to answer the call
There is just a call to answer
And you've only got to answer the call