I’d happily trade in my sadness
For a positive outlook on life
I’ve decided to ascend into madness
And laugh away all of this strife
For you can’t ever tell me
It’s worse than reality
Don Quixote was a hopeless romantic
Felled by windmills and bully rapscallions
Was he lame like his horse or heroic
To think he rode the finest of stallions?
Perhaps he was smarter to be
Divorced from reality
Call me crazy, you can call me mad
But tumbleweeding ain’t so bad
I lost my place, it was quite the trip
I now place my trust in serendipity
If I told you Moby’s dick was pelagic
And that whale of a tale is a fluke
Why do we consider it tragic
To play the fool instead of the duke?
Perhaps it is better to be
Like Ahab lost at sea
We’re so proud of our democracy
Electing liars and smooth-talking crooks
But what’s equivalent hypocrisy?
Expecting fires to care for our books
So you can’t ever force me
To step foot in therapy
Call me crazy, you can call me mad
But tumbleweeding ain’t so bad
I lost my place, it was quite the trip
I now place my trust in serendipity
Words & Music © 2021 Matt Fisher