Chris Smither Follow

You know I am not a prophet
I wouldn't be one if you paid me
But it doesn't take a lot to see
Just where you're headed lately

Pretty soon you're gonna ask me
How come the life you lead
Doesn't make you very happy
Or satisfy your needs

When you talk about your needs as though
You know just what they are
Well, in fact to really know them
Is like traveling to a star

It takes so long you die along the way, hey hey
So I say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"
Just say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey"
Just say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"

C'mon, sit down
We're gonna talk about illusion
How everything is made of it
Well, no wonder life's confusin'

All this stuff that we take for granted
So solid to the touch
Is just a concrete indication
That we love ourselves too much

But if we don't love ourselves, you say
Who will? Whatever for?
And I say, that's a better question
Than the one you asked before

But the answer is still just as far away
So I say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"

Let go of all of this
Just forget about your reason
You can leave it all behind you
You can start another season

With all these silly little fictions
Are gonna take you by surprise
If you see them in the daylight
And finally realize

That you told them to yourself
And nobody else was listening
You'll be standing broken hearted
Like a disillusioned Christian
With your mouth open but nothin' left to say

So just say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"
We'll all say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey"
Let's just say, "Hey, hey, hey"
Ain't nothin' left to say, well, "Hey, hey, hey"
Just say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"