It seems I can't explain it all
All the reasons gone
And I just can't seem to shake what
I've always been brought up on
And well, it's hard to say and it's hard to explain
That all the things I've known are feeling strange
I guess I'll always have tradition to fall back on
And just what the hell am I supposed to do
Just accept someone else's point of view
And we could ramble on and on
And still not know
And what keeps rolling through my brain
It keeps running like a non-stop freight train
It's like krazy glue
Tradition seems to stick to just like krazy glue