Paul lost his home, just turned around one day and it was gone We forgot his name, he disappeared without a trace of ever being
Now he's lying - he's always lying Now he's lying - he's always lying
You're just like him, you've got nails but you won't dig in Let me see your hands, and say that truth is the measure of the man
Now he's lying - he's always lying Now he's lying - he's always lying
Paul on his lonesome - much maligned Searching for the will to see the world as kind Says, "Where the hell is my home?" - yeah "Where the hell is my home?"