How Are You Supposed to Know - Don Brownrigg

A picture of yourself

Armed with all you'll know

Stabbing through the dark

For a place to go

It's the pages

It's the past

It's the roots that trip that grow

Search yourself for something

For something you've not done

Bothered off and living

A life of your own

In the city where convenience

Is the throw of a stone

How are you supposed to know

How you are supposed to go

So you take to living

Living is all you've got

Dodge the fake and fiending

And all the things you're not

All the love you'd give

But your heart's still un caught

How are you supposed to know

How you are supposed to go

How are you supposed to know

How you are supposed to go

If you'd take the time

To cut once you measure twice

To find out the best things to know

A dream in rewind like you're a man

Of the mice

To find out the best way to go

Wouldn't that be nice

If you could cut once you measured twice

How are you supposed to know

How you are supposed to go

How are you supposed to know

How you are supposed to go