Your position is your own story

Smug in you chair

Your life steeped in glory

And while you crave the admiration

Of the world and his wife

You'll be claimin', "All I'm tryin to do 

Is get some comfort in my life" 



Well, you crave respect

From all the people

That you meet in the street

And who think you're so feeble

Well, you'll deny the truth

You'll say your age is your right

Well exclaimin', "I'll I'm tryin to do

Is get some comfort in my life" 



Well, there is more to your tears

Than just wasted years

There's dancing fright

That you can't deal with inside

But I feel there's no obligation

To respect your station

When you use your stumblin' walk 

To cover your faults 



But you don't hear the truth

Youll say you're treated bad

We'll be made into devils

And told that were mad

And we'll contend with your evils

And we'll content with your strife

And you'll claim, "All I'm tryin to do

Is get some comfort in my life" 



So I remove my feeling

And I forfeit my duties

You'd have me dance around fires

Screamin', "Hypocrites! Liars!"

But my mind is my head

And it's not painted red

And I cry as the dead

Anyway I am led 



And as the leaves flutter down 

And fall on the ground

And the seasons have ended without a sound

And they pay their respects

And they pronounce the rights

You'll still claim, "All I'm tryin to do 

Is get some comfort in my life" 



All I'm tryin to do

Is get some comfort in my life (Repeat)