Yeah, I don't know where to start How do you admit that you're falling apart? I mean, how will I admit that I'm falling apart? My mother's gonna worry but I'm fine in my heart I've lived the words that I've said And I live with a voice that tends to tell

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up