My hands are tied My feet will find something I feel alive Like there's a fire coming in You talk the talk You don't ever say nothing Can't walk the walk then walk away When you don't like something I'm just trying to find out What it's all about Pick up all the pieces And spread them out We'll play detectives And we'll hunt for clues Until we find the truth My hands are tied My feet will find somewhere From side to side and front to back We'll take the road to nowhere I'm just trying to find out What it's all about Pick up all the pieces And spread them out We'll play detectives And we'll hunt for clues Until we find the truth (Lots of oohs, some guitar and a splash of harmonica) I'm just trying to find out What it's all about Pick up all the pieces And spread them out We'll play detectives And we'll hunt for clues Until we find the truth