I see we're at a crossroads The compass is spinning around There's drama by the truckload This ship may be running aground We could go on There's no room for doubt What could go wrong? I don't intend to find out You think that we can patch it And seal each emotional crack You're burying the hatchet But in the ground or in my back? I don't know why You're compelled to repair things It's as if you're a marionette That escaped and now Misses the strings I've been fooled once or twice By the scent of a memory And the next thing I know I wake up all alone In the same penitentiary I'll can't believe you Until I leave you