I know a guy who's lost it
he woke up and walked to the faucet
now he's looking down at it and waiting for...
the faces of strangers, the water
and everyone waves and they want him
now he's smiling down at them and waiting for
those hands moving back and forth to finally come forward
"things that happen to me," he called them
not any other kind
I was watching him late last night, and that's what was on his mind
he was hoping he would do alright