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