I went to see a painting I only found a frame I entered the way I'd later leave And left the way I came I left under a crumbling arch I walked right through the stone My one foot following the other The only way I know I'm just a-biding my time I'm just a-biding my time 'Till I die 'Till I die Still, there are many things I've learned to love about life I said, "I'm just a Mama's boy, aching for a little affection" She said, "I'm just a Daddy's girl, dying for a little direction" How's that for traction And now, I'm just a-biting my tongue I'm just a-biting my tongue, useless and young Useless and young Still, there's a certain relief when you're under the gun ♪ I said, I'm just a Mama's boy, talking towards a possible treasure She said, I'm just a Daddy's girl, looking for a meaningful lecture Let's get together, and oh We'll just a-bide all our time We'll just hold all our tongues like we knew how to die Do we know how to die? I hear that's a corner to turn at the end of the line You go to see a painting You only find a frame You enter the way you'll later leave And leave the way you came