Don't know what in the world ever happened to you After all of the pains that you went through Never made up your mind what to do with the time And now you've found what you're running out of You've got so much to criticize But you keep it all inside As stale as your old alibis A man in his prime And so you're back to your guns but now they're pointed at you And your shot in the dark hit what you listened to What was critically done was not so easily said And with your feet in the mud they moved on You've got so much to criticize But you keep it all inside As stale as your old alibis A man in his prime Don't know what in the world ever happened to you After all of the pains that you went through Never made up your mind what to do with the time So what in the world ... what in the world? What in the world?