like a big brown bear
searching for a small morsel;
i'm looking for you

the stores are all dead
picked to death the weeks before
the homes are all full

rain hitting the ground
under a grey cloudy sky
i've still got my bliss

i daydream of her
what would my "dream girl" be like....
... she makes me smile

the liquor and drugs
i'm lookin' for the good life
locked up in this cell

you were born this way
you will fight it your whole life
you will die this way

to cosmology
the world is just a ripple
in open water

the songs of the birds
they're only songs to our ears
the world in your head