Nobody

You used to take your clothes off
Dance around and play Al Green
Criticise the rest of us laugh at the machine
The envy of the angels as they gambled for your scemes
Every mother's nightmare every lover's dream
Nobody's lookin just go back to bein bored
It's the part of you that's guaranteed to never become famous
Just like Uncle Tony in that parking lot downtown
He shuffled cars for thirty years and then just walked away
Don't worry I won't bore you with nostalgic inquisition
I just wondered if your going soft was a conscious decision
You don't have a revolution just a haircut and some change
After shooting all your guns you still don't know
You're out of range
You think that you're misunderstood
That's good you should you are
But it's better than believing that you're close when you are far
You think you have to play the game
That's good you should you do
But only if you want the world to live it's life through you
Emancipation of the nations fifteen minutes and you're free
It can cure almost anything and I hope it don't cure me
I'd rather be un-reachable un-teachable un-bleachable
Un-preachable It's unbelievable what your eyes can't see
I suppose it's true what people say except for when it's not
How the doctors of indulgence like to tell you what you need
Tell what I think tell me what I feel come on
Tell me tell me tell me take my soul I'll make a deal
Crack the bottle baby raise the potion make a toast
You should learn to catch yourself it's a better art than most
It all looks good on paper your're so happy and confused
You were made to choose but not that much
And now you're just being used
Words cannot suffice thoughts get in the way
I'm not supposed to repeat myself
But there's nothing else I can say
Everybody wants to walk away they just don't got the style
It don't run in the family it grows on poet trees and smiles
Hey Mr. Pockethead you've been picked for sure
You can't read everything you believe Cecil B. Demure
Forget the classic references forget the mule that talks
He spent thirty four years in a parking lot
Baby that don't come in a box
Don't hold you breath don't hold your horses
Don't it make your brown eyes blue
In the future they'll be talkin about simpler times
But they won't be talking about you
Where's the voice that called you way beyond belief
You're rich but you're not wealthy
And you're lying through your teeth
Every battle's for the mind it keeps you on your toes
There's no reason there's no ryhme
That's just the way it goes
I guess you thought you'd save us
As you stumbled toward the light
Ah but all that happened was
You got too cool to be kind

Nobody does it like you do

copyright Michael Bennett 2017