Sometimes I follow words just to see where they have been
And trace their muddy footprints in the snow
And take from their experience the parallels within
And learn the things they think I ought to know

Sometimes I follow words down an alley in the night
Seek a shortcut in between the city blocks
And hope that this dark chapter leads me back to see the light
Instead of washing me away upon the rocks

But words the words are not enough
The words the words are not enough
The words the words can't call your bluff
The words the words are not enough

Sometimes I follow words through the memories I keep
Boxed in the basement in the house where I was born
And I race them past my watchful eyes on the nights where I can't sleep
And taste their acid tongues and bitter scorn

But words the words are not enough
The words the words are not enough
The words the words can't call your bluff
The words the words are not enough

Sometimes I follow words searching what I want to say
To make them ring out what I need to do
But they scatter into corners and through cracks inside the day
And I stammer and I clamor and I can't explain to you

But words the words are not enough
The words the words are not enough
The words the words can't call your bluff
The words the words are not enough