It was just a straight hit
A terrible mistake
To see you crying, dear
You might as well have told me
There's no such thing as fear
Don't tell me that it's OK
When it will never be the same
I promise you better
I'll never put you through
These dead days again
Why act so surprised?
This is what I'm like
I can tell you things about yourself
That you never will
This could be right
A little glimpse of insight
And not conceding, not asking why
I'm made up of all the people
This could be right
A little glimpse of insight
And not conceding, not asking why
I'm made up of all the people
This is not 1969
This is not 1989
We miss you around
Another boat aground
I can tell you things about yourself
That you never will
This could be right
A little glimpse of insight
And not conceding, not asking why
I'm made up of all the people
This could be right
A little glimpse of insight
And not conceding, not asking why
I'm made up of all the people
This could be right
A little glimpse of insight
And not conceding, not asking why
I'm made up of all the people
This could be right
A little glimpse of insight
And not conceding, not asking why
I'm made up of all the people
I'm made up of all the people
I'm made up of all the people
I'm made up of all the people
I'm made up of all the people