The Truth Hurts So This Should Be Painless

The other night as I lay asleep,
I woke to the sound of the telephone ring
Reached for the line, I tried to be brave
Cause only trouble would call that late
It could've been the whiskey, it could've been the coke
Either way he was losing his hope
He asked me do I sit and think
About the things I do and what they mean
I said in life we all got a choice
You gotta find your song, you gotta use your voice
Hold your breath and count to 3
If you know the words, sing along with me
Which side are you on, my friend?
Which side are you on?
You can throw your life in a shallow grave,
Or hold it up to the sun
We all wish we were younger than
So we would have an excuse
Shut our mouths in ? and the lies of a hundred ?
He said "just another lonely evening
What a waste of a Saturday night"
Just remember that Sunday is coming
Everything looks different in the light
Common sense and history
From the notes we sing to the books we read
From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet
Somewhere in the middle we all meet
It's a tragic tale of industry
From the wars we wage in the name of peace
From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear
Somewhere in the moment we all share
It's a nagging way to ?
You and I have to change these things
Or the ground will break beneath our feet
Swallow up you, and me, and everything
The truth hurts so this should be painless
All you'll feel is a pinch of your spine
Or the place where the ? bones were
Before you went and had a good time
The devil has so many faces,
Never know which one he's hiding behind
Til the two of you take off your clothes
Tell each other the sweetest lies
Just another lonely evening
What a waste of a Saturday night
Just remember Sunday is coming
Everything looks different in the light