Who are you and who am I 
Except a couple of people 
Wasting lots of time 
Worrying about the future 
Forever asking why 
Some people go on living 
While others die before their time 
Yet there's never been a reason 
Whatever is is right 
If only just because 
Its much too big a fight 
Like the painter who is way ahead 
Or worse still far behind 
You only punch yourself out 
When you start swinging blind

These are the things too often gone unsaid 
These are the things that keep 
You better off than dead 
These are the things that keep running through your head 
Woo oooo 
These are the things too often gone unsaid

Who are you and who am I 
Except a couple of people 
With nothing else to do 
But follow vain obsessions 
Making gestures towards the truth 
While trying to ignore it 
When its convenient to 
The symbols we believe in 
Sometimes turn inside out 
Reshaping each dimension 
Were so sure about 
Dreams get so frustrated 
Fantasies turn pranks 
A simple ounce of common sense 
Is money in the bank.