If I took every piece of my life
And looked at what I had
Then gave away each piece I don’t like
Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad
But perhaps that would be too easy
And life would get dull
So I’ll just sit here and play my guitar all day long
Some guys took me back to their place
Pictures painted upon the wall
Of a view from an old stone window
To a church with a spire standing tall
In the back a solitary mountain
Bathed in a deep red sun
And I drank a glass or two of their homemade wine
Gotta change my fish’s water
Write letters and clean my room
Gotta go and get a passport picture
Gotta go and get put in my tomb
When will I find all the answers
To all the questions I’ve got
I guess we’ll all just have to wait and see
What is this life all about?
Is it all just a lie?
Please somebody help me
I know soon I shall die
Should I strive to be a hero
Or live a quiet life?
Should I seek fame and fortune?
Should I find me a wife?
Someone please tell me
What to seek to find
How can I escape
From being trapped in my mind?
Help me somebody
I’m trapped in my mind
© 1994 Paul Curtis