Offer

Who, who am I to be blue
Look at my family and fortune?
Look at my friends and my house?

Who, who am I to feel dead?
And, who am I to feel spent?
Look at my health and my money

And where, where do I go to feel good?
Why do I still look outside me?
When clearly I've seen it won't work?

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled by this
My sense of duty to offer

And why, why do I feel so ungrateful?
Me, who is far beyond survival
Me, who's seen life as an oyster

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generousity has me disabled by this
My sense of duty to offer

And how, how dare I rest on my laurels?
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand?
How dare I ignore a third world country?

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generousity has me disabled by this
My sense of duty to offer

Who, who am I to be blue?