your idea for a novel is a novel idea
but step it back, son. well, you've got nothing to fear

and you know that all you really wanted
was to make it out of this fucking town

your play would play all around town
but critic's reviews would just bring you down

and you know that all you really wanted
was to make it out, but not with me

your song would sing to the peasant's ear
bringing from each a single tear

but even after all the work you done
to carry your conscience, it still weighs a ton