Why fixate on what people are gonna say
When they hear the truth?
This story's old as stone
That the art is who we are
But the maker fears the
Way she will be seen
Until a good song comes through
And it feeds something in you

And makes the people go Oooooh, is that how she feels now?
All the people say Oooooooh, I guess that's who she is now
But by then she's someone else again

And when that song gets played
She's already on the next train
Following something new
And the girl you think you see
When you're listening for free
Is only a version of who she can be
Another choice balanced on a pin
Just as easily had you diving in
And singin' out

Oooooh, is that how she feels now?
Jump up and sayin' oooooooh, I guess that's who she is now
But by then

Is she just your jester?
Or your troubled troubadour?
Appealing to your feelings
Or to the matters of her heart?
Whether or not you like it she lives it
Whether or not you buy it she's sold
Catering to what you want
Won't get her where she's goin'

I'm ashamed I don't have anything to say
Serving some greater good
And the songs comin' in
Are the means to an end
Of survival more than hollow charity
A window into the belly of the beast
And a ladder to climb out again

To where the people say Ooooh, is that how she feels now?
All the people say Oooooh, then that's who she is now!
People wanna know Oooh! Is that how she feels now?
They'll say I told you so, Ooooh then that's who she is now!
But by then I'm someone else again"