here inside this quiet room there's direction

outside in the sultry noon-time reflection

a million people scurry

they're looking for advice

none willing to lend charity, just exercise their

shades of truth and partisan conventions

shades of truth between disparate lines

shades of truth interpret my intentions

you don't know I'm alright

you don't know I'm alright

who authored the blueprints and made us captains?

someone proclaimed creation, people listened

while children by the millions are thrown into this zoo

the so-called gift of clarity! oh what was God up to?

shades of truth and lenient conventions

shades of truth between disparate lines

shades of truth interpret my intentions

you don't know I'm alright

you don't know I'm alright

yeah!

so many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight

so few offer apology and accept others' rights

and nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end

but can't we all accept that it will all happen again?

shades of truth just partisan conventions

shades of truth between disparate lines

shades of truth interpret my intentions

you don't know I'm alright

you don't know I'm alright

just shades of truth and partisan conventions

shades of truth between disparate lines

shades of truth interpret my intentions

you don't know I'm alright

you don't know I'm alright