Sojourner, sojourn on Sojourner, sojourn on 'Cause we are leaves in the breeze. Devoid of purpose, at ease. And we vilify for validity. With vicious vignettes, so ugly I am just as guilty And I have been wrong So you can call me a hypocrite Slander our songs But you should be ashamed of yourself as I am of me For accepting mediocrity and bending your knee Not quite indefatigable and far from unimpeachable I am, not I'm not As an artist, a musician, a man I'd much prefer to be hated than pitied To fall flat on my face trying to innovate Than to meet an industry-imposed standard and rest on it I'll take a propensity for verbosity Over pontifical duplicity - and primarily That's what we have now That's what we have now; So is this who I am? So is this who you are? So is this who we are? I think we're better than this