The Lie

Early in the morning
when my mind's so far away
I begin to ask questions
like i do every day
Like "Somebody's got to do it,
does it have to be me?"
"if nobody really cares,
is it still a mystery?"

Driving under morning sun
as busy as i am
through all the things i try to do
and all the things i can
sneaking in under the radar
driving into you
i'll do all of the things you want
i'll do all the things you do

cause sometimes to get by, i believe in the lie