Gray Area

Don't tell me what is false, don't ask me what is true

I've found that in reality neither one will do

'Cause left is never really left,

Nor right completely right

And nothing in the world is black or white

Don't say you know for sure the one and only norm

Life is never like a book-it can't just fit a form

So don't believe in all the facts exactly as they're told

'Cause nothing ever really fits the mold

CHORUS

You can say that things are absolute

To the point of hysteria

But saying that doesn't change the fact

That we're living in the gray area

Don't think you're sure

Just what is wrong and what is right

'Cause night turns into day you know

And day turns into night

So never ask the questions

Unless you want to know

The answer's never only yes or no

CHORUS