I know I won't be here forever
and I may not have been here enough at all
a better thing might be to blame the weather
blame the summer spring and winter for the fall
I know when I talk to a stranger
it's like trying to read a cloudy crystal ball
a better thing might be to look behind me
read the writing that runs all across the wall
no there isn't much I want to recall
but oh, could it be
that the world turned out the way it did for me?
all for me
did the world turn out the way it did for me? all for me
I know the universe is cold and empty
but I bet if you could wrap it in a song
the fathomless music might seduce you
into doing something very very wrong
I gambled with the clothes that I had on
then oh, could it be
that the world turned out the way it did for me?
all for me
did the world turn out the way it did for me? all for me