Margaret, you wore a skirt last night

And I dreamt of the way it reflected the patio light

But Margaret, I'm a journal to you

And I'm happy to help

Guess I'll look elsewhere for the truth

Simon, you put smiles on my face

Every word from your lips has the fuzz of a friendly embrace

But Simon, secrets pour out of you

And the world's getting small

Guess I'll look elsewhere for the truth

Sandra, we kissed on Friday night in the alley

You tasted like ice cream and cherry pie

But Sandra, we fucked up

It was late, we were high

We were both looking elsewhere, it wasn't fate

Thomas, you just might be the one

When we lock eyes, I feel like my life's just begun

But Thomas, Sandra's told you the scoop

And I'm back to looking elsewhere just for the truth