Mixer

The mixer on a Friday night Some pretty girls and guys are here But when I look at myself on my right I'm wondering if I'm really here When I talk to you I wonder If I could ever really learn The way he talked to you seemed more likely that I'd only ever burn My fingers The chair is hot to the touch It lingers The light is hot Just like the singers of our favourite bands So I sat against the wall and Leaned hard as I could into it And I thought about the mall and Some places that I'd like to bid Then I thought about my Jesus And meditation again The things I have I don't need And the things I want, what's good in them? But it's easy to understand What it is that makes me feel this way It's not so easy to make All of my problems go away Then again what else is there - Another life, some other way? I really don't know what you mean I'm really trying to find that way The judge came to my house and He knew about my job situation I didn't have to explain it to him Took everything I said as insinuation Then he looked into my eyes and Said something about you're playing a game That's when I looked a little past him pointlessly Repeating what I'd said again That it's easy to understand What it is that makes me feel this way It's not so easy to make All of my problems go away Then again what else is there - Another life, some other way? I really don't know what you mean I'm really trying to find that way