Lying down on the pavement, so happy Seeming to be in balance, but how could that be Really I must be jealous, don't tell me I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it'll be the d**h of me Six long years and seven heartbreaks Broken strings and countless outtakes, why? Never thought that I would follow through Got a working title somewhere And I know one day I'll get there, I'm Grasping here I'm looking out for a simple kind of true Don't know what I am waiting for I'm holding out for a simple kind of true At least some kind of a metaphor It's simple, Simple and it's true, we got much to do No excuses they're just useless we've got much to do It's simple, Simple and it's true we got much to do No excuses they're just useless we've got much to do and I'd say you hung the moon if they ask me You help me so the plot won't get past me Sometimes the obvious cannot be seen At least not by me I'm looking out for a simple kind of true Don't know what I am waiting for I'm holding out for a simple kind of true At least some kind of a metaphor Remember all of the times When we couldn't make up our minds Hours and years, just disappear I'm looking out for a simple kind of true Don't know what I am waiting for I'm holding out for a simple kind of true At least some kind of a metaphor