Well I see you're landlocked
So you're not spreading disease
And I need to be helpful
But I can't suffer the breeze
It seems to hang around you
It seems to make you float
You think you're above us
Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't.
And your face looks withdrawn, empty
And it seems painfully tragic
And there's dust on your clothes
And there's holes and holes cut in the fabric
Well I've been mistaken
It's really hard to know
You think you're above us
Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't
Well you're sad and you're tired
And you love how it gets you attention
And I'm caught, there's a hook in my mouth
And you're pulling every direction
Well even so I can think straight
I can swerve off the road
You think you're above us
Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't