Well, it's tough to walk in pieces I'm falling through the creases all the time And it'd been nice if once or twice You had let me know just what was on your mind And the orphans in your orchards And my choir full of cowards in the shade So why don't you all just get together And pick apart the choices I have made And tell me where, Where did I go wrong, This time? Still, I wind up in a bottle When the simplest task is drawn across the sand And you tried hard not to notice When I folded like a lotus in your hand I tried to say I want you But they gave me this mantra to say: It's a low down kind of curse Being good, when you're trying to be great And tell me where, Where did I go wrong, This time? I felt it as the time passed As the warden painted pictures of his dreams He said I've seen it all for miles And in the miles, I saw just how it seems It seems like everything and everyone Are strung together, brothers in arms But they fall into the caverns and the craters That I accidentally carve Ah, but it's late and I am rambling And I swear that this'll be the final time I gave you all I had to give Now give me just this little piece of mind And tell me where, Oh, where did I go wrong, This time?