Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner
   Not enough of this, too much that
   So many voices tried to speak as one
   Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong
  
   CHORUS
  
   You took it hard, you shook it down
   But maybe this time, like no ther time
   You'll be unbound
   When your feet of clay finally hit the ground
   At the speed of sound, nothing more was heard
   In a flash of fire that left behind no smoke
   What was once too bright is now as dark as night
  
   CHORUS
  
   I wish that I could say that I was surprised
   When I heard the news tthat you had said goodbye
   I hope you're doing well, I hope it's good this time
   Somewhere I heard that you were doing fine
  
   CHORUS