11.Question
Lyrics：Jay Farrar
Music：Jay Farrar
My mind's made up to pacing across the floor
no point in staying if wee not saying war
I don't mind hanging around
whatever now and what else can I do？
It's a question of you.
Thoughts careen till I can't stand up
where's the crime in a streak of bad luck？
words to pick at, retreat from
words that fester if only to get at the truth -
It's a question of you.
What it all comes down to
is a different set of values
to throw away or mobilize to use -
It's a question of you.
No time to be singular
here's hoping that the feeling gets through
the sound of sound beginning leads to places
where reflections break anew -
It's a question of you.
What it all comes down to
is a different set of values
to throw away or mobilize to use -
It's a question of you.
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