The windows of my soul

are made of one way glass

don't bother looking into my eyes

if there's something you want to know,

just ask

I got a dead bolt stroll

where I'm going is clear

I won't wait for you to wonder

I'll just tell you why I'm here



'cause I know the biggest crime

is just to throw up your hands

say

this has nothing to do with me

I just want to live as comfortably as I can

you got to look outside your eyes

you got to think outside your brain

you got to walk outside you life

to where the neighborhood changes



tell me who is your boogieman

that's who I will be

you don't have to like me for who I am

but we'll see what you're made of

by what you make of me

I think that it's absurd

that you think I

am the derelict daughter

I fight fire with words

words are hotter than flames

words are wetter than water



I got friends all over this country

I got friends in other countries too

I got friends I haven't met yet

I got friends I never knew

I got lovers whose eyes

I've only seen at a glance

I got strangers for great grandchildren

I got strangers for ancestors



I was a long time coming

I'll be a long time gone

you've got your whole life to do something

and that's not very long

so why don't you give me a call

when you're willing to fight

for what you think is real

for what you think is right