Well, I'm leaving in the morning by the pink and the blue Rubbing my eyes 'til a picture comes through Of the great evacuation on all of the screens But it's better than nothing, at least
Well, the scholars are rambling and the searchers are lost They hung all their sins on the wrong kind of cross The highway's abandoned, the brick man's deceased But it's better than nothing, at least
I'm revving my engine, I laid my own tracks But the farther you drive, well, it's hard to get back You can't be cured without sickness, blessed by the priest But it's better than nothing, at least
Well, I'm out on the fringes, but I guess it's my fault The wheels of my sanity have come to a halt Is it better to go crazy, forsake the masterpiece? Well, it's better than nothing, at least
The saviors and the sinners and the mystics won't talk They shoved all their secrets in a bulletproof box Sometimes, being human feels like a disease But it's better than nothing, at least
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