Reaching for a lighter    so you can light a smoke   It's a matter of opinion,    it's a matter of a joke   A little voice inside you    tells you all about the shame   Come and join the dancing    of the crippled and the lame      *Chorus*   Where oh where have you gone   Where have you   Where oh where have you gone      You wish you could describe it,    all the anger that you feel   You think that it's been made up,    it just happens to be real   You try and learn the lesson's    that can be so hard to learn   See the fire go up in flames,    the flame that never burns      *Chorus*      Look a little closer   now you're hoping you might find   A little bit of fire,    gently pleasant and unkind   You're really not so different,    you're practically the same   Look a little closer    at the crippled and the lame      •Bridge•   Maybe it's a matter of a opinion   Maybe it's a matter of your taste   Somehow caught up in all this confussion   I cannot seem to remember your face      Reaching for a lighter    so you can light a smoke   It's a matter of opinion,   it's a matter of a joke   A little voice inside you    tells you all about the shame   Look a little closer    now you're hoping for the flame