I know a time to wade Through your thoughts Like an aeroplane Cutting through across No sense in crying When you could be upset Without letting Your face get wet What's the use In fighting obtuse ideas When no one bothers to think Make it come out raw Like straight through your jaw Just your jaw is all I ask I know it's hard to play Other people's friends Like you were Their puppet provider And you could make Their strings bend You can knock On water like wood And push other people To do the same And say Heaven is just A lonely man's game And angels All cry the same Don't try To sink all by yourself Get some help There is a brickmaker Who lives above your room Who has been looking From some friends like you Notes you write yourself When you're drunk Before you go to sleep They seem like good ideas And then you dream And you wake up Knowing how it must feel To have been president And set all the precedents And felt useless and a fool I can't say When they'll let marriage Out on gays No one wants to see Their friends caged Unless you're not really A friend at all