Don't know what in the world ever happened to you
after all of the pain that you went through
Never made up your mind what to do with the time
and now you've found what you're running out of

You've got so much to criticize but you keep it all inside
As stale as your old alibis, a man in his prime

And so you're back to your guns but now they're pointed at you
and your shot in the dark hit what you listened to
What was critically done was not so easily said
and with your feet in the mud they moved on

You've got so much to criticize but you keep it all inside
As stale as your old alibis, a man in his prime


Don't know what in the world ever happened to you
after all of the pain that you went through
Never made up your mind what to do with the time
so what in the world ... what in the world?