My hair won't fall out, though I may go gray I may forgive but I won't admit That any hope it was sunken yet Beauty faded or flowers dead Maybe the sun was aligned but the moon was wrong Stars don't lie but they do reflect Do neglect sometimes to tell the whole truth, baby There ain't no check within your mailbox So don't go changing with the times There ain't no Kool-Aid in your poison anymore There ain't no comfort in the bottle For a grape upon a wine (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (Even though) And even though we weren't too young to know If others loved like us before We can let it slide and both agree It was only you and me And I may give up, though I won't concede But it isn't faith that shakes the truth It's the ancient forces of boredom and lust and greed, now baby Ooh, there ain't no check within your mailbox There's too much sand upon the slide There ain't no muse in this funhouse anymore There ain't no comfort in the bottle For a grape upon a wine (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (Said you'd go)