Well I see you're landlocked   So you're not spreading disease   And I need to be helpful   But I can't suffer the breeze      It seems to hang around you   It seems to make you float   You think you're above us   Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't.      And your face looks withdrawn, empty   And it seems painfully tragic   And there's dust on your clothes   And there's holes and holes cut in the fabric      Well I've been mistaken   It's really hard to know   You think you're above us   Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't      Well you're sad and you're tired   And you love how it gets you attention   And I'm caught, there's a hook in my mouth   And you're pulling every direction      Well even so I can think straight   I can swerve off the road   You think you're above us   Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't