The Hobbyist

Nobody really lives on Earth
7 billion souls float with incredible mirth
As the holidays tear holes in our
Wallets and brains til
Gravity drags us back down.

I didn't drink for the new year
If I'd messed myself up, mighta done something I Regret
Like observing the change
Of a dumb fucking digit
By promising things I can't keep.

Nowadays,
I am wondering
What keeps these people moving?
Is it their coffee?
Is it their wife and kids,
Their faith in god,
Or their hobbies?
Must be those hobbies.
All those model planes and ships and trains
And i guess I'm not cut out to ride em
I guess I don't know where they go
Oh no.

Nobody loves themselves anymore
No one has that self respect that I've been craving For
Dig yerself a ditch
Plug in your HDTV
To better see the world in which you refuse to be

Nobody sees the world I see
Cause they're all too busy being better men than Me
I said it once, and I'll
Say it again
I have no business with the economy.

Nowadays,
I am wondering
What keeps these people moving?
Is it their coffee?
Is it their wife and kids,
Their faith in god,
Or their hobbies?
Must be those hobbies.
All those model planes and ships and trains
And I guess I'm not cut out to ride em
I guess I don't know where they go
Oh no.

And all the while, I am high on the car ride
It is the rush that I get from control
While I'm alive I'd like to feel like I'm someone
Observe as we drive to nowhere at all.