Left to your own devices   You'd make yourself scarce    You'd ask for no help or guidance   Knowing nobody cares       You say it's all settled inside you    No war with desire    No reason to wake up wanting    No reason at all       And I worry you might become    Something you didn't try to    And I worry you might become    Something you had in mind to       One of those library people    Those post office people    Those laundromat people    Everyone       Whenever I try to call you    Your phone's in the drawer    The jacket that I once bought you    Don't fit you no more       You say you can learn to live with    The things that you have    The rest are just poor replacements and    Things ain't so bad       (chorus)       No one can see you standing    Looking out of your tower    The world seems to spread before you    An unholy bower       You see it in everybody    And how they've become    Not tied to the world they live in    Not tied to no one       (chorus)       If anyone told you    You couldn't save yourself    They were right   They were right       And I worry what you might become    I worry what you might become