Let me tell a story 'bout the way I used to be
A man without a clue, who'd do anything for you
Many times I can't deny a perfect fall from grace
And I hope that you can see, that he's a little bit like me
Just not awake
And when the needle points to F, and you drive away
Where will you go, and what will you say?
He who pays the piper picks his tune
And I hope that I'll be singing for you soon
I remember last September, pain and darkened skies
Just looking for some sun, when your world has come undone
Many people live their lives right here but still away
And you wonder where I've been, when you just needed a friend
And hear me say, it's gonna be okay
And when the needle points to F, and you drive away
Where will you go, and what will you say?
He who pays the piper picks his tune
And I hope that I'll be singing for you soon
And when the needle points to F, and you drive away
Where will you go, and what will you say?
He who pays the piper picks his tune
And I hope that I'll be singing for you soon
And I hope that I'll be singing for you soon
And I hope that I'll be singing for you soon