Ballcap Boy

Boy with the ballcap on I'm just like you. Handy, and capable, and strong. Like we boys do. Oh, and your cigarette Don't set the table off. Oh, and your silhouette Don't stumble mess up or cough. So let's keep it close Press my lips against the dream Oh let's make a toast Just let the words be seen. Boy with the ballcap on I'm not like you. I'm no one's savior at all. I'm no Vishnu. Oh, and how statuesque We feel right now in our lives. Oh, and how underdressed I am in the back of my mind. So let's keep it close Press my lips against the dream Oh let's make a toast Just let the words be seen. And my god How he's singing- He's singing his song to the night. How strong and how brave. My god, can you save my life? But the whip cracks And carries my feet from the ground. I'm so gray, I'm so gray, I'm so purple and blue. It's a choice, it's a mess, and I'm worse than you. Now I'm staring Into space At the lonely face of the moon. By the stage, by the bar Where the ballcap boy keeps on Singing his song.