Texty
I came around here looking for a way in
To find myself outside with everybody else
But looking through the window, it's just you by yourself
This show is a sham, I'll make my own magic, I'm the man
But who the hell am I to tell you how to think of me?
Who the hell am I to make your mind up?
Who the hell am I to tell you how to figure me out?
Figure me out, figure me out, yeah
Well, better mind still ain't gonna find what you're after
You come around here thinking you can own me
But your card ain't cash and baby, I'm the only currency
But you just make your money, honey, I'll be living art
You always put your horse before the cart
Who the hell am I to tell you how to think of me?
Who the hell am I to make your mind up?
Who the hell am I to tell you how to figure me out?
Figure me out, figure me out, yeah
Figure me out
Well, better mind still ain't gonna find
You don't even know what to look for
You don't even know what to look for
You don't even know what to look for
You don't even know what to look for
You don't even know what to look for
You don't even know what to look for
What's that you're trying to say, son?
All I hear is
Figure me out, figure me out, yeah
Figure me out
Well, better mind still ain't gonna find what you're after, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Written by: John Eicher
