Lately I've seen lots of running around I've seen bubblegum on the ground Ive seen how the other live now And i know they dont want the truth anymore Thats what the channels are for So miss can i show you the door Excuss me joanna or miss louisiana Whatever face it is Won't you give my hand i need to understand Why the ocean looks like this All i have to do is to walk back home Find my... oh All i need from you is one more chance To take the world with both my hands My old hands Lady your giving me stress everyday Your makeup might get you a raise But it wont fill that big empty space So far i've listenned to all of the songs Of jimmy, of jackson, of john I still dont know where we went wrong Im sorry proffessor a picture on my dresser Whatever face it is Wont you give me your hand I need to understand Why the forest looks like this? All i have to do is to walk back home Find my... oh All i need from you is one more chance To take the world with both my hands My old hands Oh the tide rolls in And i watch it fall away Till light goes dim Oh it seems the sky takes all the worry And the past out of my mind All i have to do is to walk back home Find my... oh All i need from you is one more chance To take the world with both my hands My old hands