The poet's head is dead
His words have been misread
And the cynic's lips are dry
His vulture tongue obsessed
You gotta love the earth
Don't burn my wings
Too close to the sun
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me
God knows I'm good
So misunderstood
Coming to you Ah-ah
I'm down on my own
No spirit unknown
That's why I'm supposed to believe in you
I love the earth
Don't burn my wings
Too close to the sun
(CHORUS)
Said it before
Sayin' it again
(Em)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me
What are you gonna do when the light gets in your eye
You're gonna find that there's--there's life outside
Who am I supposed to be
When you're so hard, hard on me
OUTRO
Oh the poet's head is dead
His words have been misread
The cynic's lips are dry
His vulture tongue obsessed
And he wants to know that God knows I'm good
(Am) (Dm) (G) (C)