Lyrics

If truth was the target I wouldn’t hit it from straight on
Gotta make ‘em squirm, then laugh about sex or the Pentagon
The stage of a nightclub, a comic Babylon
I see the target, but don’t hit it from straight on

Most people are blind to reality, it makes ‘em turn and run
But I make a living staring at the sun

If truth was your lover, you’d have to see her face
How else could you know for sure that she’s real enough to embrace
Hate to say the masses are slow, but I’m afraid that’s the case
To know the truth, you have to see her face

Most people are blind to reality, it makes ‘em turn and run
But I make a living staring at the sun

I got to have my say
A night in a jail cell’s a small price to pay

The truth is sometimes I see fifty years ahead
I don’t pray, but I hope they took in some of what I said
That they leave behind the narrow-minded ways they were force-fed
I’m all alone and fifty years ahead

Most people are blind to reality, it makes ‘em turn and run
But I make a living staring at the sun
I’m all alone and staring at the sun