There’s a twisted chord, out of tune,

Off the beat, way too soon

It’s lingering in every room

On a hazy afternoon

And a picture on the wall

In the old reception hall

Shows a man and I can’t recall

Why I know his name is Paul

Don’t know why the grass is green

Don’t know why the truth is true

Something going on in the house

Something I can’t see

Something going on in the house

And it should not be

Something going on in the house

Something going wrong in the house

Thinking about the thoughts I deliver

They are drifting along like leaves on a river

I turn around to watch me think

And the leaves on the river begin to sink

Don’t know if the grass is green

Don’t know if the truth is true

A quiet unease, a whispered change

My perception’s disarranged

The things I know are worn and strange

And someone’s trying to rearrange

Don’t know if the grass is green

Don’t know if the truth is true

Something going on in the house

Something I can’t see

Something going on in the house

And it may not be

Something going on

Something going wrong

Something going on

Something going on in the house

Something I can’t see

Something going on in the house

And it feels so real

I once had a blue guitar

Don’t know what I had it for

Went to a piano bar

To play the blues

and blow my fuse

As long as the grass is green

As long as the truth is true