I can give a hundred million reasons

To build a barricade

I blame it on the changing of the seasons

The thoughts that I've conveyed.

Does it make it all right?

It doesn't make it all right

To roll it over my soul and leave me here

Roll it over my soul and leave me here.

Look around at all the plastic people

Who live without a care

Try to sit with me around my table

But never bring a chair.

Does it make it all right?

It doesn't make it all right.

To roll it over my soul and leave me here

Roll it over my soul and leave me here.