I say "yes" for the wrong reasons
They answer "no" to "have you seen him"
I run away to catch my breath
Ironic? Maybe a little bit
Been drowning in desperation
While you're dousing in your religion
I don't need God to find salvation
They sell red wine on aisle seven
And when you search the city
I bet you pray he brings me
Ho-o-ome
Ho-o-ome
Can't blame you for my behavior
But, bet you wish I found your savior
I'll cross my heart and hope to die
Bet you that will make the father cry
Paperboy; I've been carrying this for years
Paperboy; I've been carrying this for years
Paperboy; I've been carrying this for years
Paperboy; I've been carrying this for years