There's some things I don't have now   Some things I don't talk about   These things are between myself and I   In my thick skull the joker hides       There's consequences I'm scared to taste   Cold hard truths I can't face   These days are different than the past   Reflections change in the looking glass       And everywhere I look there's something to learn   A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn   A hatful of quarters and a naked song   Don't answer the question of where we belong      How come birds    Don't fall from the sky when they die?   How come birds   Always look for a quiet place to hide   These words   Can't explain what I feel inside?   Like birds I need a quiet place to hide      These independent moves I make   This confidence I try to fake   You can hear the beating of my heart   But not a feather falling in the dark      And everything I hear never makes any sense   Another old prophet perched on the fence   A cupful of pencils and a self help guru   Don't answer the question of what I am to you