Going Through The Motions Songtext / Lyric

Something isn't right—I don't know how I know;

but baby, it's despite your dog and pony show.

I can hear it coming—you're only going through the motions,

baby; with your engines humming,

you're just going through the motions, baby.

I feel like I'm in jail with you and Mr. Hyde (a guy who leaves a trail about a mile wide).

So it starts already—

that you're just going through the motions, baby.

You can throw confetti,

but you're still going through the motions, baby.

They'll have a big parade for every day that you stay clean;

but when the trumpets fade,

you'll go under like a submarine—

and you won't see it see it coming.

No, you won't see it coming.

You could have it made up there in San Rafael;

but baby, I'm afraid I'll never see you well.

Because I've seen the tally,

and you're just going through the motions, baby--

to a big finale that comes from going through the motions, baby.

Going through the motions, baby—

you're just going through the motions, baby