How Come

How come you have to advertise?
If it’s good, can’t you tell?
And how come nobody’s running to help me when I yell?
And how come it’s only the price that makes you sell?
And how come I can’t work out what I should do?
How come nobody listens when it’s true?
And how come they look suspicious when I offer it for free?
And how come they won’t deal the cards without money?
And how come they only go after three?
And how come, like the moon, you’re so easy shining through?
How come nobody listens when it’s true?
How come it’s only rivers that make it out to sea?
And how come a stream, he knows? Is it just gravity?
And how come there isn’t a force like that on me?
And how come, if there is, they don’t tell you?
How come nobody listens when it’s true?
How come all the faces, of soldiers, are so young?
And how come, if they were older, it wouldn’t be their son?
And how come even a newborn baby’s frightened by a gun?
How come, when he looks so much like you?
How come nobody listens when it’s true?