From this sordid inclination
To throw some physical force
behind your transient beliefs
And all the old songs you used
to know so easily forgotten
As casually and comfortably
And your wishes upon wishes
So why, why, why, why, why,
Hang your troubles out in the rain
Rain in your need, rain in your rage
locomotion is a force with which you learn with
great care and great effort to engage
and how many breaths left in your
lungs how many beats left in your heart
all the numbers shrink like the ice cubes in
your drink as you fall apart because
carelessness though casual is the king
of all our crimes it can devastate a nation
It can decimate our disappearing time
So why, why, why, why, why,
And your troubles have been arraigned
everything that you've got
But throwin' everything that you've got
You better start throwin' everything
That you've got into this