It’s so bright but I’m in the shadows
Like acting out a hopper scene
Always crowded but I’m all alone
Drinking coffee, reading magazines
Skimming National Geographics
These pictures never get old
I guess we got the world figured out
See the South Pole, never get cold
I guess I wanna be a profound artist
But I’m drawing stick figures
I’ll just make one
breaking down crying
Now I’m looking at six figures
All thinking great American novels
Without a drop of ink in the pen
Finally old enough to see the angles
Now I know they’ll never let us win
But we’re still getting around
I still know, they’ll never let us win
I still hope, against all hope, one day they’ll let us win

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