text: Theres some things I dont have now
  Some things I dont talk about
  These things are between myself and I
  In my thick skull the joker hides
  Theres consequences Im scared to taste
  Cold hard truths I cant face
  These days are different than the past
  Reflections change in the looking glass
  And everywhere I look theres something to learn
  A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
  A hatful of quarters and a naked song
  Dont answer the question of where we belong
  How come birds
  Dont fall from the sky when they die?
  How come birds
  Always look for a quiet place to hide
  These words
  Cant explain what I feel inside?
  Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
  These independent moves I make
  This confidence I try to fake
  You can hear the beating of my heart
  But not a feather falling in the dark
  And everything I hear never makes any sense
  Another old prophet perched on the fence
  A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
  Dont answer the question of what I am to you