But the apple's rotten, but no one remembers to get into it, son
Well, pity don't know, can never remember
It was raining, not too long ago, I was thinking of people I once knew
He showed up with his hands in his pockets, looking solutions to his problems
Searching for the answers that I was mocking, looking for the answers that I was blocking from his view with a beauty
And a guess, and a bell, was sitting on the chair, trying to find her place inside this world
This world, well, he looked like Thompson on a bill
He didn't ask to, but she's the one that looked it
Jack Thompson spoke of an appeal if it thought of no one else
I'm glad, thanks God, I'm down for a second
I'm down for a second
Pity don't know, can never remember
Pity don't know, can never remember
