I sink during my highs and soar during my lows
I feel brightest during the night and warmest when the wind blows
I’m alone in a crowd of thousands and bitter during Valentine’s Day
To unpleasant “Goodbye’s,” my voice always responds with a “Hey!”
I drink from downstream, conversely from where the river flows
I’ve got feet with feeling fingers and hands gripping through toes
I’ll talk about your hopes but when the question’s turned, I don’t know what to say
I’m an irrational guy and, everyday, paradoxes are the game I play