The people on the streets are crying out with pride
As they try and get some answers from their rulers inside
But as soon as they realise it's all too hard
They'll be sipping on their bitter wondering why they asked.
Bow down to the remnants over your sorrowed past
As you attempt to reconcile what has come to pass
Your wistful memories, they help you get by
But the one thing that you need to understand is that...
Your optimist
Cares nothing for you Nevertheless
And the hopelessness
That follows you around will never go away.
I care little to offend or fuel the raging fires
But there's really something wrong with the things we desire
We can't go on telling ourselves useless fables
And we really can't subscribe ourselves to top of the table.
Turn your burning fury to those sordid souls
Who'll kick you when you're down then offer visions of old times
Nostalgia-soaked joy, of ladies and lords
But the one thing that you need to understand is that...
Your optimist
Cares nothing for you Nevertheless
And the hopelessness
That follows you around will never go away.
The people on the streets are crying out with pride
As they try and get some answers from their rulers inside
But as soon as they realise it's all too hard
They'll be sipping on their bitter wondering why they asked
Wondering why they asked
Wondering why they asked.