Don Brownrigg How Are You Supposed To Know Lyrics

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 convenience
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 fiending 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

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
Wouldn't that be nice if you could cut once you measured twice?
How are you supposed to know how you are supposed to go