LYRICS

Maybe there’s a better way for me to tell you,
That everything we’ve worked for has gone to shit.
Maybe there’s no better way for me to fail you.
Yeah, this is it.
 
I am not irrational with work or money,
But I am so irrational with time and love.
All these years I’ve set the stage to end us tragically,
And I did so so averagely.
 
But who’s surprised?
We may be fools, but who’s got the music?
Who’s surprised?
We may be fools, but who’s gonna use it?
Who’s surprised?
We may be fools, but who’s got the music?
‘Cause, after all, who’s gonna use it?
 
There she was just standing there in only goosebumps,
And you know my father never could quite converse.
All of my anxiety and aspirations,
There made me better, and here made me worse.

But who’s surprised?
We may be fools, but who’s got the music?
Who’s surprised?
We may be fools, but who’s gonna use it?
Who’s surprised?
We may be fools, but who’s got the music?
‘Cause, after all, who’s gonna use it?

I am the parson going upstairs,
To jump off the church from the steeple.
Sometimes, it just feels better,
To love the wrong people.

Parson (Live from a Wheat Field in Indiana)

Max Yoder