You look at me
And think me a fool
But couldn't somebody
Be fooling you
The taste is bitter sweet
This bitter pill of truth

We all might want to think again

You put your trust
All in one side
But goodness gracious alive
Seems all sides are lying
With spoon in hand
Barely digging in our findings

We all might want to think again

If you're listening
To the talking heads
Today's talking heads
Do not make much sense
In this game of keepers
Closed eyed losers wept

We all might want to think again

Which ever way you lean
To the left or right
Or somewhere in between
What's right is hard to find
When dealing with emotions
Wrong most times sounds right

We all might want to think again