What Am I Going to Do (with Everything I Know) - The Weather Station

No matter how much, there’s always more of it

And a tender touch cleared all of it

I said nothing — you said nothing — we did nothing at all

Like a maple key — graceful in our fall

But what am I going to do with everything I know?

What am I going to do with everything I know?

When I set it out in letters, work in my fingers

And now I don’t remember what I touched

Oh, I would throw out all the water for want of a cup

As though it didn’t matter if it can’t be drunk

So what am I going to do with everything I know?

What are you going to do with everything you know?

I was staring at you — felt like staring out a window

It all becomes true if we say so