There's a hold in the picture There's a flaw in the cloth There's your favorite sweater Signature of the moth Shaky hand on the throttle Says somethings wrong So you reach for the bottle And you live the song There you stand in the kitchen You're fit and your lean You've got the heart of a lion You know you're so damn mean Put your hands in the water You feel the drain But your hands are still dirty They won't ever come clean I've been lying to no one but myself To tell you that there's nothing wrong Nobody knows the trouble that we've seen And how we tried to get along Run to the water Run to the sun Run to whatever 'Till the hurting is done Or we reach for the bottle When we should put it down And we start the whole thing over What goes around comes around