My hair won′t fall out, though I may go gray

I may forgive but I won't admit

That any hope it was sunken yetBeauty faded or flowers dead

Maybe the sun was aligned but the moon was wrong

Stars don′t lie but they do reflect

Do neglect sometimes to tell the whole truth, baby

There ain't no check within your mailbox

So don't go changing with the times

There ain′t no Kool-Aid in your poison anymore

There ain′t no comfort in the bottle

For a grape upon a wine

(You can't shove it out)

(You can′t shove it out)

(You can't shove it out)

(You can′t shove it out)

(Even though) And even though we weren't too young to know

If others loved like us before

We can let it slide and both agree

It was only you and me

And I may give up, though I won′t concede

But it isn't faith that shakes the truth

It's the ancient forces of boredom and lust and greed, now baby

Ooh, there ain′t no check within your mailbox

There′s too much sand upon the slide

There ain't no muse in this funhouse anymore

There ain′t no comfort in the bottle

For a grape upon a wine

(You can't shove it out)

(You can′t shove it out)

(You can't shove it out)

(You can′t shove it out)

(Said you'd go)