I wrote a note to Ray
And said don't come round today
You know I hate to have to aim to please
The jungle days are gone
I'm feeling like King Kong
And maybe you're a little bit like me
I know
We won't find it if it doesn't show
At least until we learn to keep our expectations low
I cross my fingers twice
And throw out all advice
And someday I might lose it all that way
The room is made of wire
The telephone's on fire
With open eyes a scare comes into play
And I do
What appears to be the thing to do
That accidentally sacrifice the many for the few
It's good when it's good and it's bad when it's bad
And sometime it goes nowhere
It's good when it's good and it's bad when it's bad
And it might seem like I care
But I'll be selfish again
Like the weather
Well Ray gave me these lines
And learned a few of mine
And we worked hard to hear the angels sing, sing
It's up and then it's down
But he never liked the ground
And now he isn't careful with his wings
I don't see
Why he had to go depend on me
He tells me all the time that all he wants is to be free
Well it's good when it's good and it's bad when it's bad
And sometime it goes nowhere
It's good when it's good and it's bad when it's bad
And it might seem like we care
But we'll all be selfish again
Again and again and again and again and again and again
Again and again and again and again and again and again