It's always something,
it's always something that'll spoil your day.
It's always something made out of nothing but it gives its way.
My AOL we're down again,
they're starving in Zaire.
Close your eyes and count to ten,
the sky is falling dear.
It's always something,
something you're wanting that will make you whole.
Some piece of nothing
you need so badly that you'd sell your soul.
How many inches is your screen?
Are the images
too clear?
Just channel, sift the news away.
The sky is falling,
your God is calling.
I
may not know it,
I may not see.
It's always something messing with me.
I may not like
it,
but it will be.
And if I fight it, I'll never be free.
There's always something we
could be learning from this windmill,
folks.
It's always someone you least
expected who really knows.
That there's no better
time or place to read between
the lines on your face.
Stop choking on that grain of salt.
The sky's not falling,
we've just been starving.
I may not know it,
I may not see.
It's always something
messing with me.
I may not like it,
but it will be.
And if I fight it,
I'll never be free.
I may not know it,
I may not see.
It's always something
messing with me.
I may not like it,
but it will be.
And if I fight it, I'll never be free.
I may not know it,
I may not see.
It's always something messing with me.
I may not like it,
but it will be.
And if I fight it,
if I fight it, and if I fight it,
if I fight it, and if I fight it,
I'll never be free.
It's always something.