I put on my clothes like a body guard
I put the dogs on patrol in my own back yard
I don’t want to fight, but I’m constantly ready
And I don’t rock the boat, but its always unsteady

There’s an elephant in my head
And I tiptoe around it
There are egg shells on the floor
Therefore I never touch the ground

It’s like that old black hole
No matter how you try
You set out each day
Never to arrive

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