I know you’re wrong. But I know your weakness,
and I will strike when the time is right.
You came in strong, but flickered out like a firefly
who’s always afraid to be wrong.
But who started the flame back when we were kids?
Now we work like back-broke acrobats.
And we’re staying strong, and we’re getting good grades,
and we’re all collapsing to the floor.
Buried in our mentor’s epitaphs.
Amidst the broken glass a kid calls out, “Man, Voltaire knew where it’s at.”

And I don’t suppose he wrote since then,
and I don’t suppose he will again.
I’ll do everything for you, man.
I’ll do everything for you, hold your hand.
I’ll do everything for you, man.
Till the dam breaks loose we’re catching up on cutting loose.

I know it’s wrong to leave so early,
but I really just can’t stand your face.
It’s already getting cold, and my hair isn’t long yet,
but I must be going to a nicer place.
What do I see but blank stares on the corner?
It’s got me thinking that we’re all so bored.
Afternoons alone,
these broken plans relieve me of some sort of debt of which I’m not aware.
Yet on the corners they still stare.
I want a rainy day with my love, not some hyped up affair.

Found him talking to the plants and animals,
said he’s got a theory, said you wouldn’t like it.
But they captured him, put him in a straight-suit-jacket.
Now he says he’s happy, he’s working as a tax collector.

And I don’t suppose he wrote since then,
and I don’t suppose he will again.
I’ll do everything for you, man.
I’ll do everything for you, hold your hand.
I’ll do everything for you, man.
Till the dam breaks loose we’re catching up on cutting loose.

Wipe that look off your face,
it’s not a mob mentality or a rat race.
It’s just a system full of regret,
it’s the punch in the face of some guy staring at some girl’s chest.
And I don’t need it taking up my life.
I don’t need some government official telling me it’s alright.

And I don’t suppose he wrote since then,
and I don’t suppose he will again.
I’ll do everything for you, man.
I’ll do everything for you, hold your hand.
I’ll do everything for you, man.
In the sea of sitting ducks, he was the morning hen.