Just another nut with an outspoken theory,
Their madness so severe,
not a single one could hear me,
They laugh when I'm sincere,
And they frown when I do joke,
Is there hope left in this world,
For the narrow minded folk?

Many questions I do ask,
And no answers do they give,
It's as though they'd rather die,
Than to laugh and than to live,
My speech they do not hear,
And my dance they do not see,
There sight obscured by rules and laws,
A prison for the free.

I'm the man who drives your taxi,
I'm the king upon the throne,
I'm the bird that gets the worm,
I'm the endless dial tone,
Seek and tho shall find me,
Though this game you play alone,
It's your choice to find the way,
To walk the path that can't be shown.