Quiet Desperation - Rick Miller

The man who lives beside me

Wants to set the world on fire

I’d worry more about it, but I know that he’s a liar

The people across the street

Have moved their TV set outside

They want the world to understand

They’ve nothing much to hide

It feeds the seed in me

I wander down the street

To get a taste of morning air

A snarling dog comes after me, Awakened from it’s lair

The outside world has turned on me

I see it in their eyes

I guess I’ll stay inside for now until they realize

It’s time for them to see

They live their lives in a haze

Like rats, they’re caught in a maze

Of quiet desperation and obedience

I know that I’m just the same

I need a chance to be free

These darkened walls are killing me

If I could rise above, then I’d see

The light beyond the trees

The houses on this street were built

All facing the same way

The architect slept well at night for he’d collect his pay

Perhaps a stick of dynamite would liven up their lives

But then again insurance rates

Would surely have to rise

It feeds the seed in me

They live their lives in a haze

Like rats, they’re caught in a maze

Of quiet desperation and obedience

I know that I’m just the same

I need a chance to be free

These darkened walls are killing me

If I could rise above, then I’d see

The light beyond the trees