Stop, what you think,
that I'm elastic, on the wrong track.
Everyone else is to blame,
and my excuses seem so useless, but I try.

I'm far and away,
and my intent's in the wrong tense.
And everyone else just gets in the way,
with all their laugh tracks, and their wisecracks.
You know I'm too tired to explain this,
I won't try to explain this to you.

I'm best pulling away
from all the rat pack, I'm the abstract.
That doesn't mean I've found a road that is paved,
I think I'll hitchhike on the long ride,
I don't mind

And the more that I push for my place,
I just keep falling flat on my face
And the one's that think I've fallen from grace,
just keep pushing their views in my face,
just keep pushing their views in my...
Don't give up just back off a little bit
Don't give up just back off a little bit