I can see the distance in your eyes
Such a wealth of information
Like how our rivers might have all run dry
By slow but sure evaporation
That holy water goes to who knows where
The soulful look becomes a stare
But that's not news to me
Oh, tell me something that I don't already know
What I choose to see
Might traffic in illusion
Fueled by my confusion
And park it out for any fool to see
But that's not news to me
Your body language gives such good advice
And I can hear it when I listen
But there's no comfort there so it's no surprise
That I much prefer the fiction
But fiction always seems to have its cost
You don't know when or what you've lost
But that's not news to me
Oh, tell me something that I don't already know
What I choose to see
Might traffic in illusion
Fueled by my confusion
And park it out for any fool to see
But that's not news to me
Now people tell me in this modern age
We're on an information bender
And in the time it takes to turn the page
Victory could be surrender
And no matter what comes down the wire
It could be driven by desire
But that's not news to me
Oh, tell me something that I don't already know
What I choose to see
Might traffic in illusion
Fueled by my confusion
And park it out for any fool to see
But that's not news to me