
Is that all America?
Bad television, living in denial, I know
"Cause I don"t wanna knowWanna run, wanna fly
Let my illusions take me through the night
It"s alright, wanna be the lightI was born in a cardboard box
New York City, 1963
Poetry readings and bohemians
Now inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
I can hear you sing like an angelMerilee, Merilee, she takes forever
But she"s always laughing, laughing about anything
I could be so happy
As long as my friends are hangin" around meAre we all fast food and no introspection?
All done with mirrors, but no real reflection
I wanna live in my own little world
Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
I can hear you sing like an angelNaivete"...this world is lost on me
Naivete"...I don"t wanna know anywayI always pictured my life this way
As two women order their chardonnay