You said it's no fun To walk around thinking you're the only one To push through with blind faith You're gliding down the steps of all the tracks you take I've been acting earnest So why're you always preaching? You put me through the furnace Your eyes are so beseeching Surely I have earned it The right to tell you keep it to yourself I don't want your help ♪ You said there's no grace For a car load full of people sliding down a cliff face And I showed my distaste For your choice of conversation at this time of day I've been acting earnest So why're you always preaching? You put me through the furnace Your eyes are so beseeching Surely I have earned it The right to tell you keep it to yourself I don't want your help ♪ I've been acting earnest So why're you always preaching? You put me through the furnace Your eyes are so beseeching Surely I have earned it The right to tell you keep it to yourself I don't want your help