One, two, three, four Sometimes for the greater good I do what I know I should But even so it often seems That what I should is ill-conceived There was a time when what went wrong Was closely tied to who'd belong In lifeboat seats that fill up fast Musical chairs for real at last There's a place inside your eye Where I can never hope to be Yet I'm sure you always see A less than perfect side of me There's a time when boundaries fade And marchers lead their own parade Ignoring "go"s and "stop"s and "yield"s While patient crowds still line the fields There's a place we always go And though we plan to take it slow It feels we just arrive And then we blink and have to leave again There's a place inside my mind Where this is all completely fine That's a place I've never been And never hope to go again Never hope to go again Never hope to go again Never hope to go again Sometimes for the greater good I do what I know I should Sometimes for the greater good I do what I know I should