Who's to Blame

Why is it I keep coming around I'm looking for reasons to detest you Artifacts of all the faults I've found I'm mining reasons to resent you Digging for all the lies you've told And the ways that you deceive me But I keep chipping into fool's gold Every time that you appease me I've spent my whole life wondering who's to blame Why I can't make gold from hay Like I'm some kind of charlatan denyin' the verdict That I live within earthly constraints I am human; I'm not a saint Sand chews at the soles of my shoes I wonder who's at fault; why am I stuck here The wind howls at my soul it subdued Will I ever seek brighter hemispheres I load salt in my blood to preserve my brain The cargo's well-worth the freight toll I look forward to better days My mood shifts from hateful to grateful I've spent my whole life wondering who's to blame Why I never won shell games Got lured into the trap like a dunce wearing a cap Maybe some day, I'll trace the route Maybe, but I have my doubts Spent my whole life wondering who's to blame Why I can't rewind the days I got a complex that cannot be suppressed Maybe some day I'll reconcile My good intentions and my guile