The Fool

Running through the cemetery
Helicopter’s overhead
Living on a fantasy
And rations of our daily bread
You thought it would all work out by now
Tryna get the balance right
but they’re taking every hour of your time
And you’re still putting up a fight
You thought it would all work out by now
Thinking of your life
As divine
As if you require
A telephone line straight to God
And nobody sees but you
And somehow that makes you ‘the fool’
The worst part, if only you knew
There’s no one left to prove yourself to
Half-hearted apology
They heard it all a million times
You thought they’d have all forgot by now
We could’ve worked it out by now
But anger’s got a half life
And they won’t turn the other cheek
You thought it would all work out by now
Thinking of your life
As divine
As if you require
A telephone line straight to God
And nobody sees but you
And somehow that makes you ‘the fool’
The worst part, if only you knew
There’s no one left to prove yourself
No one left to prove yourself to
Everybody’s gone now, everybody’s gone
Everybody’s gone, everybody’s gone