It'll all be alright.
It'll all be all wrong.
That's life,
Twisting and turning down the road of fear
That's called nowhere, my dear
When you close your eyes,
And open them up,
To the pounding of your guts and her smile, her smile.
It'll all be alright, It'll all be all wrong.
It'll all be alright, It'll all be all wrong.

And the rain has its words,
That flow like the wind
And it don't know which way to go,
Or how it became so thinned.

And the crowded rooms tantalize,
Thoughts of them to visualize
Had a thought out the front door,
But the door closed on the way out.
And my head starts to run, but it's moving too quick,
With an inkling of dread and self doubt.
Like a rat running a race to be put back to start,
Trying to find its way out.

It'll all be alright.
It'll all be all wrong.
That's life,
Twisting and turning down the road of fear
That's called nowhere, my dear
When you close your eyes,
And open them up,
To the pounding of your guts and her smile, her smile.
It'll all be alright, It'll all be all wrong.
It'll all be alright, It'll all be all wrong.

I want to see you in my dreams,
But far off, you're falling from the sky
If words could catch you, you'd crash into these arms of mine.
The thrill of the unexpected, what better way to plan
There's love to find when it's in supply, but never when in demand.

And we'll never be pleased,
We're all rats and disease.
And it's pulling me back,
I don't want to go back.

It'll all be alright.
It'll all be all wrong.
That's life,
Twisting and turning down the road of fear
That's called nowhere, my dear
When you close your eyes,
And open them up,
To the pounding of your guts and her smile, her smile.
It'll all be alright, It'll all be all wrong.
It'll all be alright, It'll all be all wrong.