Why do we act like we just learned how to walk
when we've been walking all this time?
What was carved in granite just wiped off like chalk
What was ours is now yours or mine
I guess in our own minds we're never wrong
and I swear to you this is the last time I'll write this song
I'm sure you're sick and tired of hearing from this child
I'm feeling kind of lonely, I won't be dying for a while
In search of the quiet life
We all fall down
In search of the righteous
We all fall down
