The Pilot - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

What could I say?

What was I after?

I forgot, but you figured it out for me again with your radio silence

Who could I’ve been?

Taken a number, taken no more

But can I get up to be the tourist?

Or am I the pilot?

I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all

A tough-love motherfucker, who was born a clown

And what was this, but a natural disaster?

Caught up with the pickets

He was flying half-mast

A little dangerous, but you had to try it

I can see

You don’t know how to steer

The car off the road

It was found without a spare

You play the victim

And I play the blind man

I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all

A tough-love motherfucker who was born a clown

I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all

A tough-love motherfucker who was born let down