Naivete'

is that all america
bad television living in denial i know
'cause i don't wanna know

wanna run wanna fly
let my illusions take me through the night
it's alright wanna be the light

i was born in a cardboard box
new york city 1963
poetry readings and bohemians
now inspiration floats around me like a cloud so loud
i can hear you sing like an angel

merilee merilee she takes forever
but she's always laughing laughing about anything
i could be so happy
as long as my friends are hangin' around me

are we all fast food and no introspection
all done with mirrors but no real reflection
i wanna live in my own little world
where inspiration floats around me like a cloud so loud
i can hear you sing like an angel

naivete' this world is lost on me
naivete' i don't wanna know anyway

i always pictured my life this way
as two women order their chardonnay
sitting alone in some dirty cafe
where inspiration floats around me like a cloud so loud
i can hear you sing like an angel