A little bit older But not any wiser Finding out that lies are just a way of life The contract holders They'll put you in folders marked lose or win So I'm going out the same way that I came in You know when you enter You don't get a road map And every door's a trap into another door You can't find the centre And I can't repent For what I might have been So I'm going out the same way that I came in Any questions? Just put them in a self-addressed envelope Cause I can't be your answer man, no The web is unweaving The strings are unravelling Cause now I know That travelling's just a fact of life And air is for breathing And love is for leaving So that life can begin So I'm going out the same way that I came in.