The Truth Is

Truth is a mist
You can't hold it in your hand
It slips right through your fingers
Like a fist full of sand

Truth is a ghost
Haunting the town
And though you might believe in it
You'll never pin it down

The truth is so elusive
It's often inconclusive
It bubbles up and vanishes, it's fizz
The truth is the truth is many things
It never just is

So keep your secrets to yourself, lover
Keep 'em on the shelf
Keep 'em undercover
Far better to conceal it
Than dish it out and deal it
Just remember, baby
It's not real 'til you reveal it

Truth is a rope
That can turn into a noose
But pass off as a lasso
If you spin it fast and loose

Truth is a moan
From down the hall
That sorta sounds a bit like both
A beating and a ball

I don't need a detective
To detect what's so subjective
My truth is not the same as hers or his
Oh, the truth is, the truth is many things
It never just is
Truth never just is
It never just is