I guess I should have known better Everything's become subjective And we're always changing our perspective of what's right
And I'm caught between the color schemes of black and white And I know that's not right It's not right
Because it seems all the places worth staying have been claimed And all of the claims, they have been staked So who am I to grade you? And who am I to write? Seek try and all you'll find is (the answer comes in time)
And they say that it rains, that it pours When a window closes, it opens up a door Because it seems all the places worth staying have been claimed And all of the claims, they have been staked So who am I to grade you? And who am I to write? Seek try and all you'll find is the answer comes in time
That's just the story of my life I don't want anything from anyone anymore
