Convinced of nothing, with no concrete ideas and very few convictions, I find myself floating in the ether, a spectator in a loud, unruly land. They call it politics on the nightly news. Now, you can listen to me if you want but I really can't blame you if you don't.
The emperor's naked. Naked as a jaybird. I can see his talleywhacker from way up here in the cheap seats.
This land really is your land. Mine, too.
Oh, I'll eat cake, alright, but I'm not marching in their stupid parade. Me? I'm studying love, hoping to graduate. They're not the boss of me.