Less Than You Think — Wilco

Your mind's a machine It's deadly and dull It's never been still and its will Has never been free

Lightly tapping A high-pitched drum

As your spine starts to shine You shiver at your soul A fist so clear and climbing Punches a hole In the sky So you can see For yourself If you don't believe me

There's so much less To this than you think

It's almost gone The night is dissolving In a cup God lifts To toast the lightning

Lightly tapping It's high-pitched and it hums

Your spine starts to shine And you shiver at your soul A fist so clear and climbing Punches a hole In the sky So you can see For yourself If you don't believe me

There's so much less To this than you think