Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones   At the end of a disconnected phone   (That's where the truth hides)      Truth hides buried deep beneath your feet   At the end of an unmarked street   (That's where the truth hides)      Truth hides with the people written out of history   Black leaders and inventors whose names remain a mystery   Great women recorded on ripped out pages   Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces      Truth is lost in the mists of empty vision   And found in the notebooks of those wrongfully imprisoned   And in the evidence that was never brought to trial   But not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile      Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones   At the end of a disconnected phone   (That's where the truth hides)      Truth hides at the end of an unmarked street   Stored [unverified] deep beneath your feet   (That's where the truth hides)      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line      Truth hides whenever we lose our focus   Slips out the back, quickly replaced by the bogus   Fleeing sound bites disguised as facts   That reappear in the small print on every contract      Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror   In countless documents sent straight to the shredder   That might finally give us the whole of the picture   But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper      We know that truth will hide   Under fallen rocks and stones   At the end of a disconnected phone   Down an unmarked street   And buried deep beneath your feet      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line      Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line   Down an unmarked street   Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones   At the end of your line