I know that I should think about giving
And think about
Helping out
And think about living
But I can't seem to rescue myself
What about my bank account
And my holy desert shield
That keeps me dry under the arms?
Flags and mental jewelry's all I know
And they keep me happy and warm inside
So I said unto this man
"Who are you and where do you come from?"
And he proceeded to tell me many things
But I said nothing at all
For the flower in the corner, by the room,
In the window, and the sun
Said it all
