Doug Millaway Music

Lyrics

There was a man on the bridge looking straight down and it seemed like he had no fear.
While the prospects seemed dim to all standing round, he didn't really seem to care.
Everything is relative when you're on your way down the closer you get to the ground.
It really won't matter when everybody screams 'cause at the bottom there's never any sound.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when you're on your way down.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when you're on your way down.

The light at the end of the underground tunnel never seems to get real bright.
When you're a hundred meters down and you look straight up, everything looks like night.
Everything is relative when the walls cave in and nobody has a match.
It really won't matter when you claw your way out 'cause there's no more surface to scratch.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when the walls cave in.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when the walls cave in.

Desperation tastes like hell when you're force fed the crap all the politicians try to brew.
Waiting in the handout line trying to keep your son from cryin. Living large is really hard to do.
Everything is relative when the soup gets real thin and bowls are so small they disappear.
It really won't matter when you finally waste away 'cause you were never guaranteed another year.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when the soup gets thin.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when the soup gets thin.

Everything is relative. Everything is relative when the walls cave in.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when the soup gets thin.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when you're on your way down.
Everything is relative. Everything is relative when you're on your way down.