If I took every piece of my life
And looked at what I had
Then gave away each piece I donâ€™t like
Maybe that wouldnâ€™t be so bad
But perhaps that would be too easy
And life would get dull
So Iâ€™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 fishâ€™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 Iâ€™ve got
I guess weâ€™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
Iâ€™m trapped in my mind
Â© 1994 Paul Curtis