Sometimes I'm an idiot
Many of you know that by now
Sometimes I am not
But this is not as clear somehow

So I go about my work
Making my mistakes out loud
Maybe everybody's failures
Are in earshot of the crowd

I'm sailing down to Panama
Gonna run across the isthmus
I had a heart for art's sake
But no stomach for the business

If I had a head for figures
I would be another guy
Instead of chopping up these onions
and trying not to cry

I could say I never sold out
But that's a slogan of the poor
Of course you learn the hard way
Or you never know for sure

Yes I am in trouble again
And I've gone from bad to worse
Maybe it's just the shape of the world I'm in
Maybe it's just the shape of the world I'm in

No I'm not a galley slave
But that's become my role
Still I can't complain too much
In my high school Espanol

I'm sailing down to Panama
Gonna run across the isthmus
I had a heart for art's sake
But no stomach for the business

Yes I am in trouble again
And I've gone from bad to worse
Maybe it just the shape of the world I'm in