The Scarecrow Lyrics

I could never figure out

How to speak without a soundtrack

I, the autodiact, make up for what I lack

By shouting my doubts to a crowd

'Cause when I talk I

Talk too loud

So I lock myself inside for days

And practice perfect turns of phrase

And weave a suit of armor from the straws that I have found

Am I nothing but a scarecrow with nice clothes and a sound

And will they finally learn that I am

Nothing but an effigy

That the best of me belies my

Still beating heart, the way it pounds

When I am swarmed by sparrows

And I'm planted on the ground

I was lying all along

What's the worst that I could do

I could fail to think a phrase through

Though it wouldn't faze you

I'd still be amazed to

See that you're alright

Can we get high on Friday night

Talk of Fagan and of Paganism

Reagan, why they hated him

Debate the way we see the world and when it gets too late

We'll fall asleep together with a nice, clean slate

And I will

Finally get some rest

I will let the morning sun crawl up my arms

Across my chest

And when I wake up far too late

I will make a cup of coffee

And I'll bask in my mistakes

And I'll be alright to be wrong