I don't know if the kid's on drugs or life   Why should that come as a shock?   Life has fallen out just quite in those neat suburban boxes      I wonder about conversations you're having   You know, the ones with yourself   Where you feel like a failure, and you're losing heart   And that race has barely gotten started   And you wanna ask God about things like cancer   But you don't think that you'll get much of an answer   I hope you will find, and I pray you will see all the joy that your life brings to me      And the baggage that we all carry around has this way of dragging you down      And there is no map for this growing up   Just a street through a town called "weird"   And you never do feel like you've arrived with a destination so unclear   Ah, but I met this girl with the Holy Ghost   Hey, she turned me on to The Clash   We made love all night long to Love Tractor and Pylon   But in the morning, we played Johnny Cash      And it really shouldn't be so hard to get yourself free   With these lines in the sand and all this love with strings   God, fear is such a funny thing   I don't know if the kid's on drugs or life   Maybe it's a little of both   I know love has this way of holding the day   Like that girl with the Holy Ghost