Well matters make what they make of themselves
And though you wander you will live again
Because the minor ones we had we through
What else could we do?
And you put it lover like some baby's sigh
And all your mysteries will be denied
It's for the wisdom, when the wisdom's mine
What else can I do?

Except for looking for Jude
Looking for Jude
It's all better now
Looking for Jude

The wine is waiting is waiting so we gotta go
And though you're risking what you do not know
Like walking pieces of a broken line
What else can you do?

... And I saw the wine
I saw then making it it was a crime
A crime it's not for me
And I saw the love
I saw it fall apart it broke their hearts
But inside they will see ...