It seems I can't explain it all
All the reasons gone and I just can't seem to shake
What I was brought up on
Well its hard to say
And its hard to explain
That all the things I've known are feeling strange
Well I guess I'll always have tradition
To fall back on
And just what the hell
Am I supposed to do
Just accept someone else's point of view?
And we could ramble on and on and still not know...
Just what keeps running through my brain
It keeps running like a non-stop freight train
Its that tradition seems to stick to you
Just like krazy glue