i envy the quiet lives that for all i know don t exist outside of a lazy book that won a pulitzer prize i picked up cause you said it opened up your eyes i m wired now and will be til i find a person who could eat at the empire grill who s seen a black mercedes at the textile mill and spreads the word to all the folks oppression hasn t killed i ll follow that car down to boston and ask what it wanted in maine coffee at least for my troubles i ll be a hero if i come back with something to say too late they wouldn t like me there and though they might not mind my inquisitive stare every single one of them is too polite to care why i m enchanted by a way of life in disrepair i m not talking apple pie eating jack and coke drinking hopeful lie telling anywhere america through camera eyes on a hollywood body that could make you all cry maybe i ll go to the movies a comedy would be ideal something that probably won t happen cause this made up town is much too real i envy the quiet lives that for all i know don t exist outside of a lazy book that won a pulitzer prize i picked up cause you said it opened up your eyes