Lost and Found

It’s sticks and stones, what used to be. It’s blood and bones. No mystery. It’s give and take and hide and seek And what won’t break you makes you weak… Oh! I ain’t got a choice. It’s been taken from my hands. There’s no way to turn this train around. Oh! I ain’t got a voice And I don’t understand. Life is just a search through lost and found. It’s laugh or cry… What’s in the heart. Hello, goodbye… An end, a start… It’s this or that and quid pro quo And tit for tat but it’s all show. Oh! I ain’t got a choice. It’s been taken from my hands. There’s no way to turn this train around. Oh! I ain’t got a voice And I don’t understand. Life is just a search through lost and found. It’s make it, take it, changing rules And you can’t fake it when you’re cool It’s hot and cold, it’s fire and ice. It’s solid gold… Worth any price… It sounds profound but simple stuff Is all around so, call their bluff. And stake your claim on planet Earth For who’s to say what life is worth…. Oh! I ain’t got a choice. It’s been taken from my hands. There’s no way to turn this train around. Oh! I ain’t got a voice And I don’t understand. Life is just a search through lost and found.