I can explain my life
Up until right now
I'll show you the forks in the road
That brought me here
I am the books I've read
And the people I have know
And decisions that I've made
But is this life my own?
I can't ignore
All the crosses by the side of the road
Or the missing children's faces plastered
On the bulletin board
And they shoot my theories to pieces,
They shoot my theories to pieces