There's some things I don't have now

Some things I don't talk about

These things are between myself and I

In my thick skull the joker hides



There's consequences I'm scared to taste

Cold hard truths I can't face

These days are different than the past

Reflections change in the looking glass



And everywhere I look there's something to learn

A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn

A hatful of quarters and a naked song

Don't answer the question of where we belong



How come birds

Don't fall from the sky when they die?

How come birds

Always look for a quiet place to hide

These words

Can't explain what I feel inside?

Like birds I need a quiet place to hide



These independent moves I make

This confidence I try to fake

You can hear the beating of my heart

But not a feather falling in the dark



And everything I hear never makes any sense

Another old prophet perched on the fence

A cupful of pencils and a self help guru

Don't answer the question of what I am to you