Robert's caught in quicksand
He's lookin' 'round the room for help but he's stranded
Got untold secrets
Ain't comin' out of his mouth, he's a careful kid
Or from the clique he'll be shunned
And he's gettin' blasé – he reads the Book for somethin'
I don't think he knows what
But he's huntin' for truth, yeah, he's hungry for truth
All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
They're better than everyone, how come, how come?
All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
I'd rather run with the Son back where there's no bullies
All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
They get to shun everyone outside their fun
All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
I'd rather run with the Son that's where it's the coolest
Said His word's a long blade
It can cuts ya both ways, and if Robert obeys it
He thinks he'll be ostracized
But didn't Jesus mention it's a sacrifice?
He weighs it for a long time
Then in spite of the danger, leaves the clique forever
He's no longer secret
Sayin' pearls of value also cost you a bit
