Say, can you hear Is there a meaning to your grief? Where there is pain You see grace As if sacrifice Was meaningful end in itself Your trial and error is error and error Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken You're self-absorbed Raving about your cryptic ways Aren't willing to change Old grudges Hoping for your turn All the basement stories you heard Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken