[Verse 1] Happiness takes the left-hand seat, Morality sits in black. You ask which road will spare your heart; They each object, then call you back. [Chorus] Two judges, one small room, Two gavels striking out of time. One asks, “Did it make you glad?” One asks, “Was the choice in line?” I stand between their versions Of a verdict called what’s right. [Verse 2] The clerk reads every careful reason, The witness is my younger face. Joy says, “You were alive that morning.” Duty says, “You left a trace.” [Chorus] Two judges, one small room, Two gavels striking out of time. One asks, “Did it make you glad?” One asks, “Was the choice in line?” I stand between their versions Of a verdict called what’s right. [Bridge] If I choose the kinder ending, Who decides what kindness means? If I make the clean confession, Does it mend what no one sees? [Final Chorus] Two judges, one small room, Two gavels striking out of time. One asks, “Did it make you glad?” One asks, “Was the choice in line?” I leave the bench still listening, With no verdict I can sign. [Outro] The door swings shut behind me. Both are calling me back in.
