Give me something What you say tells me nothing What’s the truth, give me something Take me down a road I believe in Lost the way, lost all reason Search the past for redemption Broken glass, no reflection Take me to a place I believe in Lost my way,

Come one come all Come see it believe it The truth will shine If you open you eyes And you'll see it move As it moves on the masses The weak will rise and give birth to the sky Oh the sun crashed down to the ground The moon rose up to the sky blood red

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe in you, I believe in you. You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, Yet there's that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth, I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk, Yet there's that bold, brave,

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I lied just a little When I said I need you You stretched the truth When you said that you knew Just can't believe it There's nothing to say I was almost honest, almost Living alone, can't stand this place It's four in the morning and I still see your

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I set fire to the glory I set fire to the dream I set fire to the only thing That lead me from the streets Don't tell me it's over, 'cause I don't want to believe 'Cause now I've opened my eyes and I have found a way to breathe The truth sets me free Oh,

Pretty woman, give your smile to me Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one can look as good as you Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, I

Lies and deceiving is what I'm believing Up to my knees so hard to breathe It helps that you aren't there Can't figure out what's the right thing for me Guess I'll have to wait and see So understanding but so far from the truth It's what I have to live