Mystery in the Faking

How do you always snag the brakes
Is it just good timing
Is there a method to changing tastes
That you're hiding

The way that they fly to you
As you tell them that you're busy
When you leave all your excuses
Sound so flimsy

But nothing can stop a man
Convinced of his own whimsy
He believes I am sold too

Teach it to me
It all seems so easy
Reach out to me and
Hand over you key

You must have gone from good to great
When I had my back turned
You must have buried your mistakes
And had all the maps burned

All that I figure out is
This game is a mystery
As I've been talking you've
Run out of things to say to me

Everyone stands and cheers for
Others' pure dishonesty
What they do I cannot do

Teach it to me
It all seems so easy
Reach out to me and
Hand over your key

When you go don't look at your shadow
It's dark there and you need light

Teach it to me
It all seems so easy
Reach out to me and
Hand over your key

How do you always
Snag the breaks
You must have gone
From good to great

Is there a method
To changing tastes
Teach it to me
It all seems so easy

You must have
Buried your mistakes
Reach out to me
And hand over your key