Skin like leather, stretched and weathered
Can't say whether sun or smoke
Hair to shoulders - this man is older
But still younger than I know
And I will fall asleep while he lies down
Beneath a streetlight on the edge of town
And though I try to rest, my conscience screams
I hear his mother whisper in my dreams,
"Just because you need a savior doesn't mean you're just a sinner
Just because there is a loser doesn't mean there is a winner
And sometimes the right answer is 'I don't know'."
Skin is snow white, as chemicals fight
To keep the white light at an arm's length
Hair is all gone, but still it's too strong
And she's too young to go this way
And I will fall asleep while she falls through,
Between the lab coats in a sterile room
And though I try to rest, my conscience screams
I hear her father whisper in my dreams,
"Just because you need a savior doesn't mean you're just a sinner
Just because there is a loser doesn't mean there is a winner
And sometimes the right answer is 'I don't know'."
And I am screaming at the dice "Why'd you roll that way?"
And I am pleading with the night, though it might be in vain
So I will sing the only thing that I can say -
Just because you know the weather
Doesn't mean you know the season
Just because you know a heart break
Doesn't mean you know the reason
And sometimes the right answer -
Just because we need a savior doesn't mean we're less than sinners
Just because we may be losers doesn't mean we can't be winners
And sometimes the right answer -
Sometimes the right answer -
Sometimes the right answer is 'we don't know'