I’m the ultimate guesser
More like a freelance brain
I’m hired by who I once was
To figure out who I became
And a connection is gone faster
Than the speed of waves
So I’m up-up and out with it
Till the ink needs some new lips
And if I’m dead wrong about it all
Learn to swim, or brush me off
Why’s your anger boiling to the top
If I’m dead wrong
At dawn when I lay my head
The buzzards come full circle
First a ring then a crackled voice
Guess I’m built schizophrenic
Still I try to cling to the marbles
Bouncing around like jello
Till someone pushes a button
And says the proof is in pudding
And if I’m dead wrong about it all
Learn to swim, or brush me off
Why’s your anger boiling to the top
If I’m dead wrong
Here’s some advice to those
Who left the corral long ago
The first amendment’s a joke
Unless you can hide in the smoke you’re
Dead-gone