that at forty I'm not married
Others swear that I drink
and that in person I'm worth nothing
that it's been two or three sizes
that I don't fit into my jeans
And sometimes I feel like turning around and saying
if you don't know anything about me
not where, not with whom, not when
if I hang God or the devil on the wall
what I dared, what I'll never do
How much do you sell the truth for?
Who gave you a candle at this funeral?
I'm not looking for a burning nail
And if I look back you're not there
with those who'll put their hand in the fire for me
Many don't understand what they know
or sharpen a dagger on every pedestal
Where are those who help?
Who's the ugly, the good, and the bad?
Which of the twelve is Judas?
Who sleeps on the other side?
Who said 'no' and who 'yes'?
if you don't know anything about me
not where, not with whom, not when
if I hang God or the devil on the wall
what I dared, what I'll never do
How much do you sell the truth for?
Who gave you a candle at this funeral?
I'm not looking for a burning nail
And if I look back you're not there, and you never will be
Mine never lower their arms
Mine jump when I jump
Mine will be by my side just the same if I roll a three
For them I throw myself to the canvas
For them the Ferris wheel still turns
For those who were born to believe
that to die of love is to live standing
if you don't know anything about me
not where, not with whom, not when
if I hang God or the devil on the wall
what I dared, what I'll never do
How much do you sell the truth for?
Who gave you a candle at this funeral?
I'm not looking for a burning nail
And if I look back you're not there, and you never will be
if you don't know anything about me
not where, not with whom, not when
if I hang God or the devil on the wall
what I dared, what I'll never do
How much do you sell the truth for?
Who gave you a candle at this funeral?
I'm not looking for a burning nail
And if I look back you're not there
if you don't know anything about me
not where, not with whom, not when
if I hang God or the devil on the wall
what I dared, what I'll never do
How much do you sell the truth for?
Who gave you a candle at this funeral?
I'm not looking for a burning nail
And if I look back you're not there
with those who'll put their hand in the fire for me