Shape Of The World

Sometimes I'm an idiot

Many of you know that by now

Sometimes I am not

But this is not as clear somehow

So I go about my work

Making my mistakes out loud

Maybe everybody's failures

Are in earshot of the crowd

I'm sailing down to Panama

Gonna run across the isthmus

I had a heart for art's sake

But no stomach for the business

If I had a head for figures

I would be another guy

Instead of chopping up these onions

and trying not to cry

I could say I never sold out

But that's a slogan of the poor

Of course you learn the hard way

Or you never know for sure

Yes I am in trouble again

And I've gone from bad to worse

Maybe it's just the shape of the world I'm in

Maybe it's just the shape of the world I'm in

No I'm not a galley slave

But that's become my role

Still I can't complain too much

In my high school Espanol

I'm sailing down to Panama

Gonna run across the isthmus

I had a heart for art's sake

But no stomach for the business

Yes I am in trouble again

And I've gone from bad to worse

Maybe it just the shape of the world I'm in