Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Looking for a fight
Taking a seat

Turning his head to one side he says
If you're selling, I’m buying
One nickel for the truth, a quarter for a belief?
The dealer stares blankly back and he says
A belief will cost you, and as for the truth...

The man pours out his pockets
Picking between the coins and candy wrappers
He gets his belief
And sets out in search of truth

He goes back out onto the street
Round the corner it gets rough
Between the streets of dusk and deep night
Drag racing the dawn

He feels the waking light pry at his heart
Searching his pockets he remembers
His belief was lost in a bet with God
and truth got a head start

Let this damn new day begin
Again
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief