Bob

I've got a lot to prove,
I mean to tell you
I've played the part of cool, that's what
I sell you
I listen good,
I listen well
You're old and you have much to tell
So come out of your quiet spell
I've heard her scream,
I know she yells
I've seen it too,
I know it well
So while she's gone
I'll entertain you
There's not a lot that
I could write about you
Your name is
Bob, you smoke a pipe
That's what it amounts to
But we're the same
We all want peace
We're victims of the same disease
You deal with her,
I 'll deal with these
You sit and stare off into space
You've got much more to think than say
I know you won't
But you want to
You spend your time, you spend my life stuck in your room
I take it hard because
I tried To get you out to
To have a stroll, to have a talk
About your world, about the laws
That keep you stuck, that keep you locked
I know it's hard for you to change
Before we part our separate ways
You need to know
I understand you