Skin like leather, stretched and weathered
Can’t say whether sun or smoke
Hair to shoulders but this man is older
But still younger than I know
And I will fall asleep while he lies down
Beneath a streetlight on the edge of town
And though I try to rest, my conscience screams
I hear his mother whisper in my dreams
Just because you need a savior doesn’t mean you’re just a sinner
Just because there is a loser doesn’t mean there is a winner
And sometimes the right answer is I don’t know
Skin is snow white, as chemicals fight
To keep the white light at an arm’s length
Hair is all gone, but still it’s too strong
And she’s too young to go this way
And I will fall asleep while she falls through
Between the lab coats of a sterile room
And though I try to rest, my conscience screams
I hear her father whisper in my dreams
Just because you need a savior doesn’t mean you’re just a sinner
Just because there is a loser doesn’t mean there is a winner
And sometimes the right answer is I don’t know
And I am screaming at the dice
Why’d you roll that way?
I am pleading with the night, though it might be in vain
So I will sing the only thing that I can say
Just because you know the weather
Doesn’t mean you know the season
Just because you know a heartbreak
Doesn’t mean you know the reason
And sometimes the right answer
Just because we need a savior doesn’t mean we’re less than sinners
Just because we may be losers doesn’t mean we can’t be winners
And sometimes the right answer
Sometimes the right answer
Sometimes the right answer is we don't know