'Ve learned too much in this short time, To consider this a tide/ To be bothered by the simple things, And deny the simply divine/ The story is still the same, Page after page / You can fold 'em over, You can rip em out, But the story is still the same/ It's layer after layer, Reciting prayer after prayer. You can dig to find the answers, Or just believe that they're there/ When the layers keep on piling and the pile gets too high, The highest layer falls And goes bump in the night/ You should pack all your belongings in a radio flyer, And move on down the line. If you're waiting on the big reveal, I'm sorry but you're bound to lose / It's still a heart after it shatters, It's still a cling without the clatter, You cannot please them all, my friend, So just pick the ones that matter/ It's layer after layer, Reciting prayer after prayer. You can dig to find the answers, or just believe that they're There/ when the layers keep on piling and the pile gets too high, The highest layer falls and goes bump in the night/ You should pack all your belongings in a radio flyer, And move on down the line. You should know, That i have grown. I've grown to know better than to shout/ A quiet word is always heard, And the silence is better than the sound/ And you should know, That i have grown. I've grown to know Better than to shout/ i Have grown, To know that when the tunnel comes the lights go out.