Say,

can

you

hear

Is

there

a

mea-

ning

to

your

grief?

Where

there

is

pain

You

see

grace

As

if

sac-

ri-

fice

Was

mea-

ning-

ful

end

in

it-

self

Your

trial

and

er-

ror

is

er-

ror

and

er-

ror

Stay-

ing

at

the

end

of

a

hall-

way

Do-

zens

of

doors

you

ne-

ver

tried

to

o-

pen

Nar-

row

vi-

sion,

you'-

re

the

scape-

goat

You try

to

fix

things

that

have

ne-

ver

been

Bro-

ken

You're

self

ab-

sorbed

Ra-

ving

a-

bout

your

cryp-

tic

ways

A-

ren't

wil-

ling

to

change

Old

grud-

ges

Ho-

ping

for

your

turn

All

the

base-

ment

sto-

ries

you

heard

Waiting

for

the

world

To

bend

a-

round

you

Stay-

ing

at

the

end

of

a

hall-

way

Do-

zens

of

doors

you

ne-

ver

tried

to

o-

pen

Nar-

row

vi-

sion,

you'-

re

the

scape-

goat

You try

to

fix

things

that

have

ne-

ver

been

Bro-

ken

Wai-

ting

for

the

world

To

bend

a-

round

you

Wai-

ting

for

the

world

To

bend

a-

round

you

Wai-

ting

for

the

world

To

bend

a-

round

you

Stay-

ing

at

the

end

of

a

hall-

way

Wai-

ting

for

the

world

To

bend

a-

round

you

Do-

zens

of

doors

you

ne-

ver

tried

Wai-

ting

for

the

world

To

bend

a-

round

you

Nar-

row

vi-

sion,

you'-

re

the

scape-

goat

Wai-

ting

for

the

world

To

bend

around

You try

to

fix

things

that

have

ne-

ver

been

Bro-

ken