Well I see you're landlockednSo you're not spreading diseasenAnd I need to be helpfulnBut I can't suffer the breezennIt seems to hang around younIt seems to make you floatnYou think you're above usnOh well, I don't, I don't, I don't.nnAnd your face looks withdrawn, emptynAnd it seems painfully tragicnAnd there's dust on your clothesnAnd there's holes and holes cut in the fabricnnWell I've been mistakennIt's really hard to knownYou think you're above usnOh well, I don't, I don't, I don'tnnWell you're sad and you're tirednAnd you love how it gets you attentionnAnd I'm caught, there's a hook in my mouthnAnd you're pulling every directionnnWell even so I can think straightnI can swerve off the roadnYou think you're above usnOh well, I don't, I don't, I don't