Everything I see turns to fantasy Everything I hear goes out the other ear Everything I taste goes to waste Everything I touch turns into dust And I can't tell you why I'm my brother's keeper, I'm the street sweeper I'm Doctor Strange, I'm the Book of Change Your daily bread, I'm the Grateful Dead I'm the everyman, I'm the left hand of Moses And I cannot tell you why That I can't tell you why I see no evil, hear no lies Speak only what I've memorized Touch only what's been advertised I have no secret, just a bad disguise It's just a face If I turn it to two You can easily take my place Sometimes I'm foolish, sometimes I'm wise And you can easily see thru my eyes Everything I see turns to fantasy Everything I hear goes out the other ear Everything I taste goes to waste Everything I touch turns into dust And I can't tell you why