Here’s the truth that passed us by
there’s more to this than meets the eye
and if you see me standing staring
do not pause or ask me why
And if it seems that I’m past caring
past the point of grace or sharing
Even so I’ll carry on a while
I’m nothing if not daring
All that trouble for a lying smile
While I leer and choke back bile
If it seems I have a clue
Please dismiss it all as guile
If it seems it’s down to me and you
Another day another change of venue
Waiting for its day in court
For someone else to say what’s true
It must be all some kind of sport
I always stretch but come up short
I’ll find contentment of a sort
I’ll find contentment of a sort
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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