If I could find a cure for your disease,
I'd keep it to myself and oversleep
And I would brush it slowly through your hair
Don't despair,

And I could sell your manuscript away
Shatter to the lowest bid today
Or toss it down the stairs into your yard, to discard
You are not a mystery,
More a tragic comedy,
The next day you rise (x4)

Hold me down, I'm your clown
You refuse to wear your crooked crown

But when she cries at night,
Goals are in her sight,
But she won't set it out or get it done,
It just keeps her broken down
She's trapped inside tensions from her life,
She can't get around, get around,
I don't see you breaking down
Not rightI'm right
Goals are in her sight,
But she won't set it out or get it done,
It just keeps her broken down,
She's trapped inside tensions from her life,
She can't get around, get around
I don't see you breaking down,
Not rightI'm right,
The next day your rise (x4)