Well matters make what they make of themselves And though you wander you will live again Because the minor ones we had we through What else could we do? And you put it lover like some baby's sigh And all your mysteries will be denied It's for the wisdom, when the wisdom's mine What else can I do? Except for looking for Jude Looking for Jude It's all better now Looking for Jude The wine is waiting is waiting so we gotta go And though you're risking what you do not know Like walking pieces of a broken line What else can you do? ... And I saw the wine I saw then making it it was a crime A crime it's not for me And I saw the love I saw it fall apart it broke their hearts But inside they will see ...