It is not hard to sound smart
When the cue cards are writ large
Say the best parts with the most heart
And a crowd forms in your front yard
Dead tired of the old guard
You took up arms for a restart
After a sidebar with the good lord
You built an ark for the last storm
And the rains came for a couple days
Then just as quickly went away
And the pairs of eyes inquired "explain!"
“I must have been off on the date
But everybody makes mistakes!"
Whoa now
All that doubt, you're foaming at the mouth
Go run around in circles, you'll tire yourself out
Slow down
Everything in moderate amounts
You can pout until you see those cows
You've heard so much about
Have you heard the good news?
The film crews
They all choose to watch you
To be amused by a cartoon
You don't argue or refuse
You'll show the old prudes a harsh truth
To break through their stone view
So you stand groomed in your best suit
And tie a noose to slip into
There's no snap or sway on the fated day
Just feet hit ground with the stool away
And the pairs of eyes inquire "explain!"
"I must have measured off
But hey, everybody makes mistakes!”
Whoa now
All that doubt, you're foaming at the mouth
Go run around in circles, you'll tire yourself out
Slow down
Everything in moderate amounts
You can pout until you see those cows
You've heard so much about
A fleeting thought
Like an atom bomb
Rearranged your DNA
So you briefly saw
The grace of god
Or maybe not
Either way, you raced to concentrate until you forgot