Here inside this quiet room there's direction   Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection   A million people scurry   They're looking for advice   None willing to lend charity, just exercise their   Shades of truth and partisan conventions   Shades of truth between disparate lines   Shades of truth interpret my intentions   You don't know I'm alright   You don't know I'm alright   Who authored the blueprints and made us captains?   Someone proclaimed creation, people listened   While children by the millions are thrown into this zoo   The so-called gift of clarity!   Oh what was god up to?   Shades of truth and lenient conventions   Shades of truth between disparate lines   Shades of truth interpret my intentions   You don't know I'm alright   You don't know I'm alright   So many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight   So few offer apology and accept others' rights   And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end   Can't we all accept that it will all happen again?   Shades of truth just partisan conventions   Shades of truth between disparate lines   Shades of truth interpret my intentions   You don't know I'm alright   You don't know I'm alright