I was choking on a cornflakeYou said “Have some toast instead”I
was sleeping maybe three hoursYou said “You should get to bed”I
was waiting at the church doorFor the minister to showI was
looking at the new yearYou said “Walk before you crawl”I was
feeling like a loserYou said “Hey, you’ve still got me” I was
feeling pretty lonely You said “You wanted to be free”I was
looking for a good timeYou said “Let the good times start”With a
quiver of your eyelidYou took on someone else’s partMaybe I’m a
little greedyYou said “Think before you speak”Sometimes I’m a
little seedyYou said “Everyone is weak”Now I feel a little
betterIs there something I can do?But I never heard the answerI
never had a clueBut what about meI don’t really seeHow things
will improveIf all you want is to stay looseThere’s a little echo
callingLike a miner trapped insideIf I tell her of this momentShe
will in me doubts confideAnd she’s on me like a blanketLike a
stalk of wilting grassI’m not sure about her motivesI’m not sure
about her pastBut my faith is like a bulletMy belief is like a
boltThe only thing that lets me sleep at nightA little carriage
of the soulIf it starts a little bleakerThen the year may yet be
goldHappiness is not for keepingHappiness is not my goalBut what
about meI don’t really seeHow things will improveIf all you want
is to stay looseBut what about them You play mother henTo a
gaggle of gangling youthAll you want is to stay looseI was living
through the secondsMy composure was a messI was miles from
tendernessIt was dark outside, the day it was lying in
piecesEverything is flat and drearyI couldn’t care what’s in the
newsTelevision is the bluesTelevision is hysterical laughter of
peopleAnd I know it could be meI’m always asking for moreI keep
running round in circlesI keep looking for a doorwayI’m going to
need two livesTo follow the paths I’ve been taking