Tell me why you're left alone in the cold
Tell me why you've got nobody to hold
Tell me why you've got no soul of your own
Please tell me you've got someplace you can go
It goes on and on
'Til the morning comes
'Cause you've got no place that you can call your own
Explain to me your tragedies in your own
Words will be the death of me you know
Stand a little taller, speak a little louder, you've got the devil on your shoulder
Speak in rhyme to buy your time to cross that line
It goes on and on and on and on (Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why)
