Letras
Look down, you know something? Just a lot of dumb shit
Just a lot of comfort, that's just what I am done with
I can't run on that wheel anymore with no end with them
Won't push their pendulum
There but for the grace of God go I
Are you so fly that you call to the skies divine intervention?
And yet forget to mention your mate slept on benches
All over Europe, oh yeah, but he's a legend
Peep your brethren, each and every one of us
When it's done and dusted, there's two sides to justice
Two sides to reality, so don't you try telling me
You never thought of chucking it all in and just travelling?
The search for wisdom is not the given right of the righteous
No reason to fight us or even like us
It might just be that some must be free
So hold your opinion, 'cause you don't know me
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
It's where I make my small abode
Once back when his footsteps were felt
Before these books on self-help
His crown of the head gone lovers
Seemed to walk away from his sound tree
"But that's what they dealt me" was what he would whisper
Voice getting shrill as the seasons get crisper
"Move along, mister, the city can't risk ya
Let our wealthy guests get a glimpse of our blisters"
The family reach don't mean a family leash
They're too preoccupied to help him up on his feet
The same uneasy eyes that meet his out on the street
Used to pay a pretty penny to hear that man speak
Requests stopped coming, coupled with the running
Running from an audience that says he can't get through to 'em
But just what did that do to him? Stop a conversation
Subject matter of your dinner party speculation
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's probably the same as yesterday
By the bridge, by the road
It's where I make my small abode
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's probably the same as yesterday