Lyrics

Where are you coming from?
With only a grin in the palm of your hand
Why do you slide so easy?
You’ve got no luck in the midst of my demands

Concentrated and concealed,
Skin color and a heart that feels
All worn, so torn, for a mend
Oh so ready for a mend, oh so ready for a mend

No picture for my thought, no feeling for the loss
No control

It all breaks all around you, only the worst is to come
Quit all, all the criticizing, this just keeps bringing me down
You’ve got the world to fight with, you can decide now to leave

No grip on sympathy, no sooner can I see
No control

Why do you look that way?
With only a frown you looked like you picked up off the ground
How do you expect to change the way
Ways that you feel feeling so caught in a run around

Concentrated and concealed,
Skin color and a heart that feels
All worn, so torn, for a mend
Oh so ready for a mend, oh so ready for a mend