Is there something that I'm supposed to think?
Is there something that I'm supposed to drink?
Is there a path I ought to walk?
Is there a map I forgot to chart?
Oh, you know, you know
I've heard it all before, heard it all before
Oh, you know, you know
She's knocking on your door
Knocking on your door
The answers will keep on repeat
The lovers never truly will meet
Your conscience making puddles at your feet
I wish I could call it the way you see
Oh you know, you know
I've heard it all before, heard it all before
Oh you know, you know
She's knocking at your door
Knocking at your door
The way you see
Oh am I supposed to think?
Oh am I supposed to drink?
She's knocking on your door