Seven years searching, four seeking release
Two striding, four standing, five on our knees
And ten percent pleasure and twenty for grief
And half a mind thinking of turning to flee
And half a mind tryin to turn it around
When it's partly descent and it's part falling down
It's a sigh, it's a scream and it's hardly a sound
And we're lashed to the mast and Prometheus bound
If we can't have everything
If we can't have everything
If we can't have everything
Baby what we got?
Is it twenty to life or a brief flight of fancy
A bitter small joke, is it deep necromancy
The history of flight or the very real chance he
Might mean what he said when he shot you than glance he
Was kind and part cruel and part smile and part scorn
And you felt love anew, you were old, you were worn
And half dead to the world and then feeling reborn
And what made you whole is why you feel so torn
If we can't have everything
It's nine tenths of the law is it wrong to feel like this
Is it weakness or madness or cave-in or crisis
Did we ever debate about who would survive this
And when did we find out we'd end up just like this
And why did we plan when the future's unknown
And barren and planted with pebbles and stones
And what is this child that between us has grown
And what would you do now if you were alone