There ain't no black and white, only shades of gray
and every line that you draw gets washed away
Searchin' for patterns in the disarray
and all the tried and true is just cliché
Alright
Well it's hard to explain, always sounds the same
no matter how you subtract or you rearrange
There's nothin' you can do, it will never change
and if you think that I know it, it's a laughing shame
You got some questions, I got no answers
You got some questions, I got no answers
Even if I did, I don't know what to say
because my tongue is all tied and it gets in the way
There ain't no black and white, only shades of gray
and every line that you draw gets washed away
Searchin' for patterns in the disarray
and all the tried and true is just cliché
Alright
Well it's hard to explain, always sounds the same
no matter how you subtract or you rearrange
There's nothin' you can do, it will never change
and if you think that I know it, it's a laughing shame
You got some questions, I got no answers
You got some questions, I got no answers
Even if I did, I don't know what to say
because my tongue is all tied and it gets in the way