A picture of yourself Armed with all you'll know Stabbing through the dark For a place to go It's the pages, it's the past It's the roots that trip that grow
Search yourself for something For something you've not done Bothered off and living A life of your own In the city where convenience Is the throw of a stone
How are you supposed to know? How you are supposed to go?
So you take to living Living is all you`ve got Dodge the fake and fiending And all the things you're not All the love you'd give But your heart's still un-caught
How are you supposed to know? How you are supposed to go?
If you'd take the time to cut once you measure twice To find out the best things to know A dream in rewind like you're a man of the mice To find out the best way to go Wouldn't that be nice if you could cut once you measured twice?
How are you supposed to know? How you are supposed to go?
Compositor: Donald Brownrigg (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #26131350 em 13/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM