When I see your face in the crowd 
With a look of obsession 
There's no subtle way to say 
There's plenty of defense and discretion 
Even with what's left 
All the gifts put outside 
It's like nothing really matters 

How can other people's ways 
Be an estimate of your way of life?
Can't the words, and birds, and trees, and Earth 
Be the same thing, and be just as right?
It's hard, a learned test 
It's so hard, a learned test 

It's like nothing really matters 
It's like nothing really matters 
It's like nothing really matters to them 

The courage to turn it around 
If he could see the different way 
If he could turn it on its knee and bend it down 
It wouldn't really matter 
But outside, a learned test 
A learned test