Failure, she's a new found friend; you let her sleep on the floor,
When you rise to check out, well, she follows to the door,
If you listen real close, there's the audible sigh,
If you look real hard, you don't question why.

Cloth of life is torn,
Cloth of life is fading so much more,
Yeah, it goes without saying,
Yeah, it goes without saying,
Goes without saying.

All of these distractions, the worship of the buck,
Somewhere, I think we gave out at a club called "The Outta Luck",
And it was deeper than the blackness that all the blacktop holds,
We're starving for an omen, and the spaces, they're wide open.

Cloth of life is torn,
Cloth of life is fading so much more,
Yeah, it goes without saying,
Goes without saying,
Yeah, it goes without saying.

Cloth of life is something, yeah, where you begin,
Cloth of life is something you can wrap yourself in,
Keep a candle in the window, keep a fire on your hearth,
Keep a prayer on your lips, keep some hope in your heart.

Cloth of life is torn,
Cloth of life is fading so much more,
Yeah, it goes without saying,
Yeah, it goes without saying,
Yeah, it goes without saying, oh.