The Trumpet Player

Always in the way, I think I've had enough of this

Why is everyone so cold and lonely?

Here I go again, I'll try relating to the selfishly absurd

Take me for a ride and leave me somewhere I can live

Without feeling everybody's sorrow

I want to feel the numbness that surrounds most of our hearts

To feel like I am normal while ripping lives apart

Somewhere on the way to degradation

I met a man who put me in my place

He said,"You will not see me

You'll know the truth when you hear this trumpet play"

Doctor can you give me something for my state of mind?

If we're all on the same pill it's alright

'Sorry son you'll have to walk this bridge without a crutch

We're out of medication, the world is out of love"

Just then I heard something from the distance

The trumpet player sitting on the hill

He said "I really do not have an answer now"

Then vanished standing still

In the face on everyone I saw a little madness

And decided not to be part of that scene

The only way it seemed

Always on the wrong side of affection

We step on heads to get mere than we need

Never understanding the afterglow

The reflection of our greed