Everything is simple 'til it's not
Learned to love the ropes when you were caught
See they could be braided a different way
Sinking into nothing - you learn to stay.
Singers tend to hide the truth
Or you hear it if it speaks to you
What do you expect, it serves them well
To edit anything that's fit to tell.
I'm no better and I'm no worse
I'm still around but it's a curse
and you'll just do the best you can
and time will call you a good man
And sing your praise because you would
Sing it yourself because you could
But what do I expect, it serves you well
To edit anything that's fit to tell
Everything is simple until it's not
Learned to love the ropes like you were caught
Everything is simple until it's not
Everything is simple