Sometimes for the greater good
I do what I know I should
But even so it often seems
That what I should is ill-conceived

There was a time when what went wrong
Was closely tied to who’d belong
In lifeboat seats that fill up fast
Musical chairs for real at last

There’s a place inside your eye
Where I can never hope to be
Yet I’m sure you always see
A less than perfect side of me

There’s a time when boundaries fade
And marchers lead their own parade
Ignoring “go”s and “stop”s and “yield”s
While patient crowds still line the fields

There’s a place we always go
And though we plan to take it slow
It feels we just arrive
And then we blink and have to leave again

There’s a place inside my mind
Where this is all completely fine
That’s a place I’ve never been
And never hope to go again
Never hope to go again
Never hope to go again
Never hope to go again

Sometimes for the greater good
I do what I know I should
Sometimes for the greater good
I do what I know I should