I know I used to be Well, things have changed There is less of me Slightly more deranged Why wouldn't you feel estranged I was always looking Tumbling around looking Same time a lateral growth of realizing Everything I knew was a baffling idea All I know is a puzzling idealizing I don't feel much wiser But I'm not here right now It's been oh so long I might be in my way I might be on my way out of my own sway I quit the talk Now I'll never have a writer's block Now they're not calling for me It feels kind of lonely to be Grumbling on papers For no one and everyone to see Have I lost, am I lost, or have I lost it My eyes are covered in grit I need another pair of ears I listened for, how many years Are these mine, or are these your fears But what are these fears But I'm not here right now It's been oh so long I might be in my way I might be on my way out of my own sway