strong heart - weak head

I heard this old story before

Where the people keep on killing for their metaphors

But don't leave much up to the imagination

So I want to give this imagery back

But I know it just ain't so easy like that

So I turn the page and read the story

again and again and again

It sure seems the same with a different name

We're breaking and rebuilding

and we're growing, always guessing

Never knowing

We're shocking but we're nothing

We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless

We're just human, amusing but confusing

We're trying, but where is this all leading?

We'll never know

It all happened so much faster than you can say disaster

Want to take a time-lapse and look at it backwards

Find the last word and maybe

that's just the answer that we're after

But after all we're just a bubble in a boiling pot

Just one breath in a chain of thought

We're moments just combusting

We feel certain but we'll never, never know

It sure seems the same, give it a different name

We're begging and we're needing,

and we're trying, and we're breathing

Knock, knock, coming door to door

To tell you that their metaphor is better than yours

And you can either sink or swim

and things are looking pretty grim

If you don't believe in what they're spoon-feeding

It's got no feeling so I read

it again and again and again

It sure seems the same, so many different names

Our hearts are strong,

our heads are weak,

we'll always be competing