To Myself

What good could come from a world gone bad

He asks himself

What truth could come from a mouth that lies

She asks herself

As they sit and yell

On the carousel

'Cause the horses seem to be all wrong

But the music's loud

And the ride spins bouts

So they fall asleep to dream and move on

All's not well my friend

You say fall like I fell

But I have nothing to defend

I know all's not well

When I have a hand to lend

But this time of help is on the downward track

So I keep it in my pocket to myself

Oh, I keep it in my pocket to myself

Myself

To myself

To myself

What love could come from a heart that hates

I ask myself

What peace could come from all this thoughts of war

What peace could come from war

As we sit and yell

On the carousel

'Cause the horses seem to be all wrong

But the music's loud

And the ride spins bouts

'Though we fall asleep to dream and move on

All's not well my friend

You say fall like I fell

But I have nothing to defend

I know all's not well

When I have a hand to lend

But this time of help is on the downward track

So I keep it in my pocket to myself

Oh, I keep it in my pocket to myself

Myself

To myself