their theories tell me this
while their mouths tell me that
yeah, i'll get free advice if i
put the change down in their hat
"according to freud," he'll say . . .
i'll avert my gaze
"put your feet up, talk to me"
my eyes stinging in the smoky haze
Chorus 1
if i know better
then why am i here?
hard copy headlines
are decency's worst fear
the arguing voices
are all that i hear
a day when everything
was near
and now there's a road more traveled
though it shouldn't have to be so
do they worry that it taxes my brain
to be scurrying to and fro?
perhaps i'm good for another session
to keep my faculties intact
but the wheel lies in my grip today
steering clear of all contact
Chorus 2
i do know better
yet still live in fear
let the hard copy headlines
tell the world i'm queer
now and again
a loving voice will reappear
reminds me of a day
when everything
was near
tell me it's what's best
