Save It for Someone Who Cares

I am a dancing bear 
  You are a magazine 
  We are a mess of holes 
  Shaking from head to toe 

  If we only knew the answers we could print them up onto T-shirts 
  We could sing for revolution, we could fight all our wars and win them 
  Or while away the summer days in a day-dream 

  None of this can be bought 
  None of this can be sold 
  Safe in the frame we find 
  But for the letting go 

  You can hide your desperation from yourself and from your children 
  But you cannot contain the terror, or your loss of poise and diction 
  This phantom life is cast aside, at the moment you most need it