My 10 Gallon Head.
When I was young and I'd get an A on a History test or whatever.
I'd get this good feeling about all the things that I could be
And I never became any of them.
When I walk on an alley way and I see happiness spelled
The wrong way, I really didn't care about it.
I see the same people on the orange line every morning and wondering
What do they do for a living, if they have kids and married?
And perhaps just about anything that I can imagined.
What do you see in me?