It seems I can't explain it all
  all the reasons gone and I just can't seem to shake
  what I've been brought up on
  and well it hard to say
  and its hard to explain
  that all the things I've known are feeling strange
  I guess I'll always have tradition
  to fall back on
  and just what the hell
  am I supposed to do
  just accept someone else's point of view
  and we could ramble on and on and still not know...
  and what keeps rolling through my brain
  it keeps running like a non-stop frieght train
  its that tradition seems to stick to you
  just like krazy glue