Из альбома: Like the Dickens
He wonders around town it's getting late
But he's not getting tired this soon
His friends have left him all alone with no one to turn to
No one to talk to but the one true God above
Wanders outside looks to the sky
For some answers that he thinks he will never find
Evolutions just a theory
His parents taught him wrong
Doesn't know which way is right which way is wrong
They never pushed it onto him
He's just another messed up kid
Gotta realize he's gotta make up his own mind before the time runs out
Before the time is too late
Gotta make up his own mind because the wrong questions not answers
And he wonders why