Now suspicion grows / I can't turn my back I can't live like that anymore So you're branching out / trying something new What am I to do / I'll figure out
Oh, can I be the only person who gets no fruit off the tree Who could live with me in high fidelity?
As the times they change / I get left behind Losing all my mind / I'll figure out And as I tumble down to the depths below There's no flowers growing there / I'll dig it out
