Crazy World
Well the people round they get to wear you down, could be depending what you might have said,
But you gotta go, no matter who you phone, they could be lying ‘til you go away.
But everybody claims – that you can never win, connect your fool and want to make amends,
Say every officer and what is gone is gone, and oh it’s a crazy world. What a crazy world.
Well the people round, they see you go up town, they never see when you’re pulling sand,
But you’re going all around while you’re making bread, then they’ll say you’re going mad.
And you’re momma phones, well can you feel her soul? You feel relieved that you’re not alone,
And you’re running down, right on the brink of town, and they say you’re in the zone it’s a crazy world.
What a crazy world.
I’ll be just what you want me. Everything that you’re sold on. And needing all you’re full on.
And tell me what you know, it’s a crazy—Oh turning round let me wear you down, and make me hear what you wanna say, 
Gather round you clowns and they’ll let you move around, hear the music ‘til you go away
Well dance to every sound they’ll make you wiggle down, you’re gonna feel like you’re 10 feet tall, 
While your beds will burn they’re all safe and sound who learn? It’s a crazy world. What a crazy world. (repeat)

Words and Music ©2017 by John Christopher Thomas