I am another paper hero

I can sing and I could dance

They say I'm Just a little touched but I can lift myself up by the seat of my pants

She is a silent street feature

A green guitar with six broken stings

Those pictures in her pocket are the first things that she'll show you but they don't mean a thing

Diamond dealers and dumpster divers pass me by and give me a nod

But they don't see each other

Do they have the same god

Sometimes my dreams run in circles

Most my thoughts are best left unsaid late last night I wandered back To her part of town while I was laying in bed

She don't remember the old days

Why should they matter out here?

She's aware her peg is square and no one's gonna offer her a place in our sphere

But channel thirty repents at two-thirty

Let the man in the suit touch the screen

Jesus Christ spoke to him last night but he doesn't know what It means

Do they have the same god

Do they have the same god

I think I'll drown in my dreams tonight

Right now that's just how I feel

Look around you this would be the perfect picture if it wasn't so real

But diamond dealers and dumpster divers pass me by and give me a nod

They don't see each other

Do they have the same god

Do they have the same god