Berkeley

Who decides that we need love?

Each time it lets you down,

keeps you crawling back for more.

In your favorite evening gown,

Smiling with your head down--Clearly you’re aware no one’s here to leave you out.

Now in the golden hour,

Bowery with your head down

Blinded by your light of doubt,

They got the best of you, spit you out before the chew.

Clearly you’re aware no one’s here to let you lose.

Who decides--in the early stage of life--Who should stay?

Don’t you ever feel afraid?

Who---in the urgent style of love--should wait?

Don’t you ever feel the pain?

(Who let you in?)

Now in the golden hour, spotted down on Bowery

You see me and change your colors now--And the moment never helped,

So you focus on the wealth

Wear the suit,

Swallow the pill.

(who let you win?)

Who decides--in the early stage of life--Who should stay?

Don’t you ever feel afraid?

Who---in the urgent style of love--should wait?

Don’t you ever feel the pain?

Who let you in