My hair won't fall out, though I may go gray
I may forgive, but I won't admit
That any hope it was sunken yet
Beauty faded or flowers dead
Maybe the sun was aligned but the moon was wrong
Stars don't lie, but they do reflect
Do neglect sometimes to tell the whole truth, baby
There ain't no check within your mailbox
So don't go changing with the times
There ain't no Kool-Aid in your poison anymore
There ain't no comfort in the bottle
For a grape upon a wine
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(Even though) and even though we weren't too young to know
If others loved like us before
We can let it slide and both agree
It was only you and me
And I may give up, though I won't concede
But it isn't faith that shakes the truth
It's the ancient forces of boredom and lust and greed, now baby
Ooh, there ain't no check within your mailbox
There's too much sand upon the slide
There ain't no mirrors in this fun house anymore
There ain't no comfort in the bottle
For a grape upon a wine
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(Said you'd go)
