Somewhere deep inside your mind   You don't want anyone to find   That you're someone with very big ideas   The words that just came off your lips   Just crossed your name off the list   It's long gone and already forgotten      I was thinking just the other day      Some things are better left undone   Some battles are better left unwon   Some sad songs better left unsung      Is there something more to know?   And is there someplace left to go?   Someplace with something there to see   Is there anyone at all?   Not one to make that final call   To all those people wondering?      And I was thinking just the other day      Some things are better left undone   Some battles are better left unwon   Some sad songs better left unsung      Some fires are better left unfed   Some pages better left unread   Some words are better left unsaid      What kind of person would you be?   If less is what you see   Then less is everything   And if you look what will you find?   Would that make up your mind?   And make up everything, make up everything      Some things are better left undone   Some battles are better left unwon   Some sad songs better left unsung      Some fires are better left unfed   Some pages better left unread   Some words are better left unsaid