Quiet Desperation - Rick Miller

The man who lives beside me\nwants to set the world on fire,\nI’d worry more about it, but I know that he’s a liar.\nThe people across the street\nhave moved their TV set outside,\nThey want the world to understand,\nthey’ve nothing much to hide.\nIt feeds the seed in me.\nI wander down the street\nto get a taste of morning air,\nA snarling dog comes after me, Awakened from it’s lair.\nThe outside world has turned on me,\nI see it in their eyes,\nI guess I’ll stay inside for now until they realize,\nIt’s time for them to see.\nThey live their lives in a haze,\nLike rats, they’re caught in a maze,\nOf quiet desperation and obedience,\nI know that I’m just the same.\nI need a chance to be free,\nThese darkened walls are killing me.\nIf I could rise above, then I’d see,\nThe light beyond the trees.\nThe houses on this street were built\nall facing the same way,\nThe architect slept well at night for he’d collect his pay.\nPerhaps a stick of dynamite would liven up their lives,\nBut then again insurance rates\nwould surely have to rise.\nIt feeds the seed in me.\nThey live their lives in a haze,\nLike rats, they’re caught in a maze,\nOf quiet desperation and obedience,\nI know that I’m just the same.\nI need a chance to be free,\nThese darkened walls are killing me.\nIf I could rise above, then I’d see,\nThe light beyond the trees.