I put you up upon a toilet stool
It s much too late for clowns to run and mine
So even if the commies come
And even if the world divides
I m nowhere to go home, no
I dilated my pupil today I m so blind
Fine me no more, new men to tow the line
When faults in California go
And flags are raised to draw the line
I don t care to force divide
Out of sight and out mind
Out of luck and out of time
Much easier to find yourself when you re alone
I ve regained my view to finally take what s mine
Somewhere no one nowhere could be some time
When Patagonia finally dries
And fools of nature want the sky
Then we ll bear to wonder why
Out of youth and out of lies
Out of suits and out of ties
Much easier to wind yourself when you re alone