It’s easy enough to decide how to think
You just have to steal a bulldozer
Plow your past if it made you feel small
It's a new road where your home once stood
Plant a garden for the times when you felt kind
Those were your roots trying to become tall

I don’t read opinions dripping with money
I’ve not found an honest one yet
The real experts are living in the streets
A poor woman looks beautiful in a pond
Her reflection denies the reality of her life
If she would let me I would wash her feet

There’s too much information in the air
Everybody is trying to convince me
It’s like ear bubbles that won’t go away
They think they can learn all my secrets
But the wind pops them where they float
Until there’s nothing left for them to say

My idea of being subversive is believing
Being your friend is to ask nothing of you
Even if I know that you want to help me
That’s not the deal I want to make with you
I’ve asked God for life so that’s enough
While he decides I’ll just try to leave you be