IF UTOPIA WERE HERE

If utopia were here, oh, I fear they’d ask for me to leave
For having said rhetorically, “What’s in utopia for me?”
When you’re mental, just subtract and like that
I’d wake up to the fact that it’s me
But what good can heaven be if there’s no company
No looney tune for me?

A bewildered bystander, that’s what love feels like to me
Wondering when, by whom and how some sweet romance might come to me
Some cannibal of souls, some circle I misplaced with my jewel box of shame
But I’ll never be deterred ‘cause I’ve heard in the end only love remains

What you can’t become you are. If I’m a star, it’s in another sky
But the story never ends: How to survive and learn to fly
A distant voice inside of my head like a car alarm all through the night
Keeps saying “Losers lose,” then again, in the end, if I win I’ll be alright

If utopia exists it must resist being too grand
A few square meters more or less inside of which we take our stand
This little world of ours so fragile, so small, so away from it all
With you I’m still standing tall through it all, even if I should slip and fall

If Utopia were here, by any name that you might give it it would still not be quite here
If Utopia were here, you’d still be talking every minute, never looking in the mirror
So just shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up now
So as you’re making it so perfectly perfect, so perfect, don’t forget that you’re not me

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

IF UTOPIA WERE HERE