Spend your life, search the world over,
Jump head first into your savage disorder,
Scratch your head after every wrong choice,
Can lose your life trying to find your voice.

Front porch when the storm came through,
Took down some trees, tore off some roofs,
Exposed all my grubby little roots,
Hurricane force seen the proof.

Fist too tight, tongue too loose,
Up on my soapbox with my poor excuse,
Everybody's got their version of the truth.

Yeah, truth.

Record business, nothing to regret,
Only sales projections, figures not met,
Hear you did something for me long ago,
Well, what was your name again, and how much do I owe you'

Fist too tight, tongue too loose,
Up on my soapbox with my poor excuse,
Everybody's got their version, yeah, the truth.

Of the truth.
Of the truth.