Dollar

You ask me for a dollar I wish I had a dime For every time I thought You'd lied I don't mind you do it There's really nothing to it When the truth Would make anybody cry You ask me not to walk here Expect me to comply But I cannot just make you right What makes you think your life So rightly justifies Telling me What I can do with mine? I turn like a dial on the radio I am surfing on the waves in outer space I'm crushed beneath the waves of information In the air The current pulled me back and farther from this place It took meaning in my life Before I reached the place that I Could take a calculated risk On my behalf A thousand blinking lids Concealed a unified intent To cast doubt about me Anywhere I passed I turn like a dial on the radio I am surfing on the waves in outerspace I'm crushed beneath the waves of information In the air The current pulled me back and farther from this place