I'm inside this movie And I'm some sort of actress They got the proper location But I'm wearing the wrong dress They got so many actions And they can't find the film crew And I guess I might as well be in the nude 'Cause there's no one here to tell me what to do Down at the station They have started the New Age I got a full invitation But I flunked at the last stage There were too many questions And no, no one to talk to And I guess that's what they call 'in solitude' When there's no one here to tell the answers to This is your solid tear This is your landing gear This is you on and on We're heading down the road of self-reliance I once knew this lady She was full of frustrations She's a suntanned example Of a worn-out Caucasian She said, "Don't take the offer 'Cause you don't really need to" And I guess that's why she hates, her solitude 'Cause she never had a heart to listen to Bouncers in rehab Saying they'll get you 'Cause they know you're not leaving Until someone connects you To the proper authorities Who have somehow forgotten How to make a civil person out of you And now there's no one here to tell the answers to This is your solid tear This is your landing gear This is you on and on We're heading down the road of self-reliance We're heading down the road of self-reliance Heading down the road of self-reliance