These Words

(One, two, three four) Why do I have to follow you To know just who I am? I have enough previous worlds To know which one I'm in These words, these words Mean nothing to my soul These words, these words Serve only to fill up a hole Why can't I flow softly downstream Without the violent surf If I knew who I was talking about Perhaps I'd know my worth These words, these words Mean nothing to my soul These words, these words Serve only to fill up a hole These words, these words Mean nothing to my soul (Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum) These words, these words Serve only to fill up a hole