Whatever you're for, whatever you're against There's a little of it on both sides of the fence Every sinner is a sometimes saint Every savior is sometimes what he ain't You are in pain. You are alone I don't know why, but you've got to go on So, whatever, you know, retreat to the trench. Life can be sweet I'm out, I'm fresh out of answers I'll be underground if you need me Every book I read is a variation on a theme Of finding redemption through something not worthy of its love So, here's an old song with a brand new name Brand new words, brand new tune Brand new me, brand new you Where is my reserve? Shedding the sense that I deserve... I'd rather I lost you before I lose my nerve If this is a test, my hand's in the air; I've done my best I'm out, I'm fresh out of answers I'll be underground if you need me