who s to say what s right or wrong if i stand out in the rain too long filling up my drinking cup when i know i ve had much more than enough write in the pages of my notebook but they never sound the way they look kicking at this old tin can and i wonder where the hell i am i can t figure you out i can t figure you out when it seems so fine when it s held to the light i can t figure you out i can t figure you out they push and pull till it breaks in half i never trust a guy with a nervous laugh worried bout the smallest things while the world is coming crashing in i can t figure you out i can t figure you out when it seems so fine when it s held to the light i can t figure you out i can t figure you out