And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

I’ve walked into many, many bars in hundreds of places
Saw hundreds of stories on hundreds of faces
Saw nothing was truer than the story that is told
By the look in their eyes from the ideas that they hold

If they hate and internally burn toward some ideal
From what someone said and made them feel
If they grind, grind away at that razor sharp rock
Then pain is near and will never ever stop

If they look to the outside to judge what’s within
Seeing nothing but anger all wrapped up in sin
Then what they will find is nothing but pain
Defined by someone else and always called shame

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men think
When the things we want to float on
Are the things that make us sink

I’ve passed thousands of people in the last couple years
Each holding up a sign listing all of their fears
And almost all had listed on that bright neon sign
Hey, everything’s all right…everything’s just fine

So I guess that it is…but we all know that it’s not
It’s just people being people before they are caught
People hiding feelings, pleasures and pain
Thinking that it is the only path to stay sane

When wise men know that there is no single way
That burying what we feel will make us all pay
That the price is the loss of who we once were
When we were without the judgment incurred

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men think
When the things we want to float on
Are the things that make us sink

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true