The Art Of Understanding کے بول

This is not The way that i had things planned It's all wrong-it's backwards from beginning to end Who, who am i? To say that i'm alive I'm backed in, closed in, locked and loaded And i've got nowhere to hide. And i don't know why i don't know I don't know why i don't know I just don't know Back pocket story book, take a look What do we have here, what do we have It's a last chance romance, baby i don't know this dance anymore I need a place to go and a space to grow And a dream that stays when the rooster crows Where it's hot when it snows and the sky is in the road Where everything i know is everything i don't I'll let the western sun set I'll go the way the wind blows I don't know why i don't know I just don't know