Look at me
I’m like a turtle chasing squirrels up a tree
I’m out of place
In a different state
Confused as to where my way is
But the one thing I’m sure of is
I’m doing it wrong
Even singing this song don’t feel right
Though I sing every day and night
I still can’t shake the fear that
I’m doing it wrong
When banging my own gong
My exhilaration don’t last long
And then comes back the thought that
I’m doing it wrong
In shopping malls where tight bright pretties
Caper carefree through capitalist cities
I look upon with thoughts of
Doing them wrong
You journey to and from home
That place where you live alone
And feed my mind with thoughts of
Doing you wrong
So I take me to a place too far
To a different state of being
A barren place of rocks and dust
And lay me down below the crust
Now look at me
I’m as at happy as anyone could hope to be