Recorded at the Living Room, NYC 06/30/11
They sent me here to rest
To get the weight off of my chest
While they work 9 to 5
Cheat on husbands and wives
And tell me I’m the one who’s depressed
And I’m left to define what’s insane
To the same folks who jailed Galileo
And explained him away
They, who are we, who are wondering which one of us is free
I went places you just don’t go
I saw things you can’t tell them you know
And when they’re standing stark naked sometimes it’s just wiser
To compliment the cut of their clothes
And know they define what’s insane
Based upon what makes them look good at the end of the day
They, who are we, who are wondering which one of us is free
But I’m the one chained to the bed
That’s just proof I got into their heads
And I witnessed their colorless landscapes
Saw the lovers who were too bored to stay
And walked the gray roads of their memories
That just stop at the end of the page
They’re a little too sad to hate
They’re just children who ran
Out of paint
I’m up for review in a month
And I’ll watch them drink water from crystalline glasses
They’ll sit and stare like smoke damaged chairs
Round a smoldering pile of ashes
And I’ll try to define what’s insane
To the same folks who’ve consistently killed those with something to say
They, who are we, who are wondering which one of us is free