How Are You Supposed to Know Songtext
von Don Brownrigg

A picture of yourself
Armed with all you′ll know
Stabbing through the dark
For a place to go
It's the pages, it′s the past
It's the roots that trip that grow

Search yourself for something
For something you've not done
Bothered off and living
A life of your own
In the city where convenient
Is the throw of a stone

How are you supposed to know
How you are supposed to go?


So you take to living
Living is all you′ve got
Dodge the fake and fending
And all the things you′re not
All the love you'd give
But your heart′s still uncaught

How are you supposed to know
How you are supposed to go?
How are you supposed to know
How you are supposed to go?

(If you'd take the time to cut once, you measure twice)
(To find out the best things to know)
(A dream in rewind like you′re a man of the mice)
(To find out the best way to go)
(Won't that be nice)
(If you could cut once you measured twice?)

How are you supposed to know
How you are supposed to go?

(How are you supposed to know)
(How you are supposed to go?)