A little bit older
But not any wiser
Finding out that lies are just a way of life
The contract holders
They'll put you in folders marked lose or win
So I'm going out the same way that I came in
You know when you enter
You don't get a road map
And every door's a trap into another door
You can't find the centre
And I can't repent
For what I might have been
So I'm going out the same way that I came in
Any questions?
Just put them in a self-addressed envelope
Cause I can't be your answer man, no
The web is unweaving
The strings are unravelling
Cause now I know
That travelling's just a fact of life
And air is for breathing
And love is for leaving
So that life can begin
So I'm going out the same way that I came in.