Written by J. Valenzuela



Who's to say what's right or wrong

if I stand out in the rain too long,

filling up my drinking cup.

When I know I've had more than enough.



Write in the pages of my notebook,

but they never sound the way they look.

Kicking at this old tin can

and I wonder where the hell I am.



I can't figure you out.

I can't figure you out.

It seems so fine

when it's held to the light.

But I can't figure you out.

I can't figure you out.



They push and pull till it breaks in half.

Never trust a guy with a nervous laugh.

Worried 'bout the smallest things

While the world is coming crashing in.



Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp, Bonneville Salt Flats Music (ASCAP)

Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos