Is that all America?

Bad television, living in denial, I know

'Cause I don't wanna know

Wanna run, wanna fly

Let my illusions take me through the night

It's alright, wanna be the light

I was born in a cardboard box

New York City, 1963

Poetry readings and bohemians

Now inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud

I can hear you sing like an angel

Merilee, Merilee, she takes forever

But she's always laughing, laughing about anything

I could be so happy

As long as my friends are hangin' around me

Are we all fast food and no introspection?

All done with mirrors, but no real reflection

I wanna live in my own little world

Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud

I can hear you sing like an angel

Naivete...this world is lost on me

Naivete...I don't wanna know anyway

I always pictured my life this way

As two women order their chardonnay

Sitting alone in some dirty cafe

Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud

I can hear you sing like an angel