I don't know if the kid's on drugs or life
Why should that come as a shock?
Life has fallen out just quite in those neat suburban boxes

I wonder about conversations you're having
You know, the ones with yourself
Where you feel like a failure, and you're losing heart
And that race has barely gotten started
And you wanna ask God about things like cancer
But you don't think that you'll get much of an answer
I hope you will find, and I pray you will see all the joy that your life brings to me

And the baggage that we all carry around has this way of dragging you down

And there is no map for this growing up
Just a street through a town called "weird"
And you never do feel like you've arrived with a destination so unclear
Ah, but I met this girl with the Holy Ghost
Hey, she turned me on to The Clash
We made love all night long to Love Tractor and Pylon
But in the morning, we played Johnny Cash

And it really shouldn't be so hard to get yourself free
With these lines in the sand and all this love with strings
God, fear is such a funny thing
I don't know if the kid's on drugs or life
Maybe it's a little of both
I know love has this way of holding the day
Like that girl with the Holy Ghost