Paper Tent (What a Messed Up World)

Far now from the dark corners Where they dream up Some new misery for us Offices that freeze all summer And burn up in winter They virtually ignore us Sorry, I can't be a member Of your subcommittee It's not about the money It's about the time surrendered I can't get back from you I've been giving them too much Holding my head above rising water Oh, I've given up too many moments I should've spent with my daughter One day, she will be able to say What a messed up world we gave her One day, she will put into words How absurd all this is Sorry, I'll be an empty place At the table, and in that space There's a paper tent with my name on it Would it be alright if I Just look up at the blue sky For an hour, because We know it will be dark It will be dark by five I've been giving them too much Holding my head above rising water Oh, I've given up too many moments I should've spent with my father One day, we won't be able to see What a messed up world we shared One day, I will find the words to explain How much I loved it anyway One day, she will put into words How absurd all this is What a messed up world it is One day, I will find the words to explain What a messed up world it is Far now from the dark corners Where they dream up Some misery for us