Puppet String

It's not like there's a book for this or something you could read 'Cause I've looked around I tried to fill these holes with other roles I never learned to play It seems like they always falter How the hell should I know 'Cause it always seems to disappear so quickly you can't see Could somebody tell me where does the time go I've got a bigger pile of questions than I could ever need There's no explaining these to me I've never heard a word about the way we're all received At least that I believe in I know traditions tell it's different, they spell it all it out to me There's no need to confuse me 'cause I know what I know And if everyone's all subscribed to fictions that can't be right Then spinning we all collide one big typo this puppet show I'd usually begin this conversation differently I know it's kinda one sided It's obvious the answer is a question I believe That no body's asking Now how the hell should I know If everyone's so unsure of What's really below or above us Then maybe we all buy in Take our own collective end? These puppet strings don't pull themselves You're thinking thoughts from someone else How much time do you think you have? Are you prepared for what comes next? --- Puppet String - Umphrey's McGee