Tired Explanation

There's a tired explanation That's somewhere lost at sea… That forgives and doesn't look for answers That doesn't even care to be loved by you. Like a fox in a hellhole sent down a burrow Surrounded by half a dozen baying hounds It'd rather hang its own coat on nothing Then have it stripped soiled bloody only to pay A hundred times more back. And have it doubly devalued By what others, just cannot grasp. And internally understanding, instinctively lack. There's a tired explanation that I have found By picking myself up off the ground And by intuitively looking all around There's a tired explanation That's somewhere lost at sea… Anchored to a hull with no need of sails no need for shores oars or waves That has a billion and more guiding stars But not a single map a heartless heart charts.