Look at the birds in the sky, free GPS in their beaks
How do they know where they're going?
How do they know anything?
I wanna learn how to speak and only say things honestly
I wanna be like Kathleen Hanna
Stand for something I believe
One day I'll know, at least for a moment
Then that'll go and i'll find a new one
Some sort of truth some sort of statement
Something so undeniably sacred
And I just can't wait
But that's just the only way to do it
They did a test in a lab theorizing our intuition
Everyone knew it was Splenda
Without ever even knowing the mission
I thought that I was in love
I would've sworn on my life
When I look back see the situation
Wasn't right cause I had something to hide
And now I know at least for the moment
Then that'll go and I'll find a new one
Some sort of truth some sort of statement
Something so undeniably sacred
And I just can't wait
But that's just the only way to do it
I found my favorite pants
Back at some thrift shop in Portland
One day I'll give them away
Even though right now I really adore them
Look at the birds in the sky
Free GPS in their beaks
How do they know where they're going?
How do they know anything?