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