Talking to Myself

(One, two, three, four – one, two, three...)

Yes, I know that yesterday was gray

And today could be quite the same

Let the loneliness of guessing show you

That you have yourself to blame

There is nothing to be waiting for

There is nothing but a golden door

And you are really quite free

Yes, I know the problems that you face

Are slowly lacing up your mind

Tantalizing, one hand clapping

Do it and you've nothing else to find

It may seem like a lazy way

But God has given you a lazy day

And you are really quite free

You have your body to steer with

And all you have to deal with

Is the simplicity of freedom

Yes, I know the rain has fallen

And it takes a day for heads to dry

Can't you see that wet is better

Than the isolation of your eye?

There is nothing here that time can't pass

A rainbow ought to be a looking glass

If you are really quite free

You have your body to steer with

And all you have to deal with

Is the simplicity of freedom