You can spend all your days in the grind Converting your nickels to dimes You could stuff all your pockets till they overflow Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know You can say you're too old to be young You think you're too smart to be dumb But the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can go Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know You can sing every song that's been sung Offer the moon and the sun But if you ask me it's all been both said and been done We're just recycled history machines Cavemen in faded blue jeans It's the unanswered question in each one of us Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know The more we learn the less we know What you keep is what you can't let go Take it fast or take it slow Just one way for you to go Don chu know Let's go now You can sing every song that's been sung Offer the moon and the sun But if you ask me it's not in the race that you run It's that outcast in each one of us Who get's the girl that is too glamorous There's no one to deceive it's just all make believe Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know Oh... Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know Don chu know I don't know I don't know Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I can name that song in, in two notes. It's another one of those songs that I've written about not knowing much, or not knowing what I was doing, or not knowing where I was going, or not knowing where I'd been. Yeah, Frank Bama once said the best navigators are not quite sure where they're going until they get there... and then they're still not sure. But I know one thing...Indecision may or may not be my problem. And this song is gone way too long, and it's, she's gettin out of control, and Oh My God!...