All the Same

A sleepy little town called Caroline A small-town cove and broken bay An old man drinking cheap wine And laughing his years away What does it matter what you do? What does it matter where you go? In the end we're all the same, In the end we're all the same What does it matter what you say? What does it matter what you know? In the end we're all the same, In the end we're all the same ... We're all the same It's hard to fight against yourself Hard to fight someone like you When every single thing you've felt Is broken, old, reused, and new... chorus I listened to that old man's words And every word he said was true Of all the things I'd ever heard It made me feel alive and new chorus