Common Sense - Wilco

When you’re in some bad light

In the climbing flood

And you kneel before them

It’s common sense

It’s practical

Lay low

One moment I beg

I bolt

On a thousand legs

What you can’t say swallow

At the moment I’m bored

Buried more and more and more and more

I slam my finger in the door of love

God damn the judging

Strangers judge

All I want, all that I want

A burning bush or

A button to push

A chance encounter

With common sense

Common sense