The more people I meet
The more that I realize that we’re all just improvising
The cleric screams loud as the crowd sings along in its own way of coping
The woman in a pin stripe suit
A nice car, asian rugs and soft jimmy chu boots
Is just as terrified as you and me
And want a voice to finally speak
Maybe Freud had the answers
But he also did crack
Maybe God is created
But we all can’t say that!
Maybe we take ourselves too seriously
Maybe we don’t care enough.
