I enjoy all the quiet lives that for all I know don't exist    Outside of a lazy book that won a Pulitzer Prize    I picked up 'cause you said it opened up your eyes.       I'm wired now and will be 'til    I find a person who could eat at the Empire Grill    Who's seen a black mercedes at the textile mill    And spreads the word to all the folks expression hasn't killed.       I'll follow that car down to Boston   Ask what it wants here in Maine    Coffee at least for my trouble   I'll be a hero if I came back with something to say       Too late, they wouldn't like me there    Though they might not mind my inquisitive stare    Every single one of them is too polite to care    Why I'm enchanted by a way of life in disrepair      But I'm not taking apple pie eating   Jack and Coke drinking   Hopeful lie telling anywhere America through camera eyes    On a Hollywood body that could make you all cry      Maybe I'll go to the movies    A comedy would be ideal    Something that probably won't happen   'Cause this made up town is much too real      I enjoy all the quiet lives that for all I know don't exist   Outside of a lazy book that won a Pulitzer Prize   I picked up 'cause you said it opened up your eyes