Maybe So

I’m a slave to fashion
Victim of radio
Can’t tell truth from fiction
Or sunlight from moonglow

You never seem to want to
And now you’re growing cold
You asked me if I love you
Well, I guess maybe so.

Asking my memory
To reveal the simple fact
The grim details of my last act
Would seal our fates
I won’t lie, if you really want to know
Was it my hand? Well, I guess maybe so
I’m your witness baby
I saw everything
I have x-ray eyes
And I’m more than willing

But Asking my memory
To reveal the simple fact
The grim details of my last act
Would seal our fates
I won’t lie, if you really want to know
Was it my hand? Well I guess maybe
I’ll tell you someday
But what’s in it for me?
What on God’s green Earth 
Makes you think I
Want to die?

I’m a slave to fashion
Victim of radio
Can’t tell truth from fiction
Or sunlight from moonglow

You never seem to want to
And now you’re growing cold
You asked me if I love you
Well, I guess maybe so.