The person you're afraid you are You can never let them see You have to work so hard To make it look so easy You've been trying to be who you're not For so long you almost forgot You're not your identity You've got eternity The man you're afraid you are He's got your house, your clothes your car He's in your bathrobe on your front lawn With a fistful of pills and your prints on the gun He's got a sniper rifle on the water tower And he always calls at the dinner hour Put it down and turn around We'll pretend we didn't see Please don't make that whining sound You're gonna turn out to be The man you're afraid you are You're not your house, your clothes, your car You're not the darkness in your heart Degradation or exaltation Some expectation of precipitation Fallin' from my eye Some explanation of exploitation Has been gestatin' For quite some time The person you're afraid you are Swung down from his funky tree He's got his drink and his cigar In your Cadillac's back seat The person you're afraid you are In his boat upon the sea He's drifted out a bit too far He might not be back for tea