Can I get through this week without a thing I regret Makes the good things I do easier to forget And I see the reflection is all covered in grime Wasn't always that way, it just got there with time And I can't be sure Of the answers To the questions I'm too scared to ask Don't want to understand My two feet were planted, My head in the sand And I came to see you in your hospital bed As I tied up your gown, you turned around and said That I care too much about you to take care of myself Can't make yourself happy how could anyone else And I can't be sure Of the answers To the questions I'm too scared to ask Don't want to understand My two feet were planted, My head in the sand And you'll travel home, down to the river That's miles off the road, and toss in the letters To you that I wrote, Theres nothing inside them That could keep me afloat If you travel this earth, and see the same problems Theres a pretty good chance, you're the one who caused them And you'll lie in your bed Wishing you were dead And I can't be sure Of the answers To the questions I'm too scared to ask Don't want to understand My two feet were planted, My head in the sand