Nothing I heard was worth repeating
But I wouldn't put it down
Nothing I saw was worth believing
No saviors hanging 'roundAnd was it you with all that know how?
Just given what for
Read the words but your story
Just doesn't get toldSomething here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for meAnd when you get your bird flying
And your soul's left the ground
Something seems to be getting closer
What you've left, what you've foundAnd was it you with all that know how?
Just given what for
Read the words but your story
Just doesn't get toldSomething here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for meNothing I heard was worth repeating
But I wouldn't put it down
Nothing I saw was worth believing
No saviors hanging 'roundAnd was it you with all that know how?
Just given what for
Read the words but your story
Just doesn't get toldSomething here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for meSomething here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for me
Songwriters
Todd Nance;Domingo S Ortiz;Dave Schools;John Hermann;John F Bell;Jimmy HerringPublished by
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