Lyrics

you look like a wrecking ball
swinging from great heights
you look like a wrecking ball
got that evil in your sights
in your sights
but you will not help me to see the light

you are so political
you got it all figured out
got your finger on the pulse of the world
preaching ne’er a doubt
ne’er a doubt
but you will not help me to see the light

and the papers tell the story of a fight we cannot win
and the fabled souls go out the door just as soon as they come in
and i think i’ve almost figured out just where i should begin
where should i begin

i look like a carnival
locked in endless strife
celebrating beauty
running for my life
for my life

and you look like a storm cloud
throwing down the rain
it circles through the atmosphere
to do it all again
all again

and i hopped a bus in jersey feel its rumble at my back
seeking no particulars while i’m filling up my sack
and perspective paints the picture of what i have and what i lack
what i have and what i lack