but I taught myself how not to
Just sad that no one is here
to see me not caring
I think I wrote this one
because I still do
but what good is caring
if nobody knows
what good is caring
if it never shows
what good is caring
if nobody sees
might as ell be caring
on your knees
in another life
in another place
in another time
in a state of grace
in an old delusion
secure in confusion
with a smiling illusion
painted on your face
I would be angry if I cared
but I taught myself not to feel
it's just easier this way
avoiding what is real
and still I sing this one
what gives it appeal?
what good is caring
if nobody knows
what good is caring
if it never shows
what if all the caring
is not all it seems
might as ell be caring
in your dreams
how lost must you be
to accept fantasy
as your reality
oh say can you see?
how can you be right
blinded by the light?
and when your best defense
is pretense
repeat something wise
then close your eyes
just repeat something wise
then close your eyes
