Lyrics
Feeling like the color of Monday
Like a deer on the side of the highway
Like a love letter returned to sender
A phone number you can't remember
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Is it too late to save my soul?
Show me a sign, throw me a bone
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Feeling like a penny on a railroad track
Like a runaway train that ain't ever coming back
Like a prayer unanswered, a song unsung
A foreign language spoken by no one
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Is it too late to save my soul?
Show me a sign, throw me a bone
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Like a 58'er in a Soviet Gulag
Penning a posthumous epilogue
Like the tears of the Komsomol girl
Lost in a collective world
Like a Patriarch Ponds decapitation
Like a stray dog strapped in a spaceship
With nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Feeling like the color of Monday
Like a deer on the side of the highway
Like a love letter returned to sender
A phone number you can't remember
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Is it too late to save my soul?
Show me a sign, throw me a bone
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Is it too late to save my soul?
Show me a sign, throw me a bone
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Oh Lord, what do you know?
Like a 58'er in a Soviet Gulag
Penning a posthumous epilogue
Like the tears of the Komsomol girl
Lost in a collective world
Like a Patriarch Ponds decapitation
Like a stray dog strapped in a spaceship
With nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Oh Lord, what do you know?