[Verse 1]
Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it, but
Most repeat the same theme over and over again, it’s
As if they were trying to refine what seems so strange
And off and important to them, it’s done by everybody
Because each must work out what is before them
Over and over again
Because that is their personal tiny miracle
Like now as like before and before
I have been listening to symphony after
Symphony from this radio
Makes me realize that certain people now long dead
Were able to transgress graveyards and traps
And cages and bones and limbs
In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles

[Chorus 1]
The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind
In there and sometimes a soul
And the women break vases against the walls
And the men, they drink too much, and
Nobody finds the one
But keep looking crawling in
And out of beds flesh covers the bone
And the flesh searches for more than flesh
[Verse 2]
There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love
People just are not good to each other
We are afraid
Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners
But it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides
Or the terror of one person aching in one place alone
Untouched, unspoken to
People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other
I suppose they never will be, and I don’t ask them to be
But sometimes I think about it
There must be a way
Surely, there must be a way

[Chorus 2]
There’s no chance at all:
We are all trapped by fate
Nobody ever finds the one
Nobody ever finds the one
There’s no chance at all:
We are all trapped by fate
Who put this brain inside of me?
It says that there is a chance
It has kept the rope from my throat
Maybe it will loosen yours
[Outro]
The city dumps fill
The junkyards fill
The madhouses fill
The hospitals fill
The graveyards fill
Nothing else fills
Nothing else fills
Nothing else fills