Backstage I cross the middle ground
Curtains up, house lights down
I sing love songs and pass myself around
But afterwards some people say
They thought I put them down
They feel so bad, it doesn't matter what I say
I hope tomorrow they have a better day
They seem so trapped, they need release
They need your strong love and strange peace

Reporters question me
is this a new direction for the young?
How lamb-like their faces
how snake-like their tongues
They quote me perfectly
then rewrite every word I speak
And go away convinced
we are some new kind of freak
I feel so good it doesn't matter what I say
I hope tomorrow they have a better day
We're all so trapped, we need release
We need your strong love and strange peace