This isn't what you think is true,
This isn't what you believe is right,
This isn't what you see to be light,
This isn't what you seek for forgiveness.

What you think you know,
Becomes what you'll never know,
So won't you find another way?

This isn't what you foresee,
This isn't what you can be,
This isn't what you wanted to happen,
This isn't what you seek under lighthouses of fog.

Burning down the house,
So you can say goodbye,
Cause you're so terrified.

This isn't where you sleep,
This isn't where you abandon your grief,
This isn't where you carry my burden for me,
This isn't where you keep your demons.

Mary Jane, dear,
I'm losing your mind,
On the international highway,
Is this what I think is right?