(Hmm)
Everyone's got a gospel
Folded in their coat
Pull it out at parties
Like a brilliant made up quote
Everyone's got the answer
'Til you put 'em on the spot
Then they're reading smoke signals
From a fire that they forgot
Talk, talk, talk
'Til the signal drops low
Trading slivers of something
They don't really know
'Round and 'round
Like a wheel with no road
Everyone's heavy
With someone else's load
(Hmm-ooh)
(Ooh-ahh)
(Ooh, ooh)
A woman reads her crystals
A man fakes regret
Someone's bottling salvation
In a clove cigarette
Preacher on the airwaves
Guru on the fly
Everyone's got directions
To a place they can't find
Talk, talk, talk
'Til the signal drops low
Trading slivers of something
They don't really know
'Round and 'round
Like a wheel with no road
Everyone's heavy
With someone else's load
So fold up that gospel
And button your coat
We're all just guessing
In the very same boat
Still reading the smoke
(Reading the smoke)
Still spinning the wheel
(Spinning the wheel)
Talk, talk, talk
'Til there's nothing to feel
Yeah, let the signal drop
Just let it drop
Just let it drop