You got the photos to prove, but they're the exceptionYou're looking forward to next time, but then there's no detectionIt must be my own fault that I can't find the reasonYou're thinking that the puzzle's too hard when you've been missing piecesYour vision, oh, it gets me, it gets me anywayFeel it right, ripped out, but if it goes from God's ears to nowhereThe view from your bedroom window stays the sameYou've got it, you've got a go-ahead hit againHow did we become so outcome-oriented?Stop comparison to some other generationYou get the race called off, but the goalposts stay in placeSome things you can't take back, some things you can't replaceYour vision, oh, it gets me, it gets me anywayFeel it right, ripped out, but if it goes from God's ears to nowhereThe view from your bedroom window stays the sameYou've got it, you've got a go-ahead hit againThe view from your bedroom window stays the sameYou've got it, you've got a go-ahead hit again