Wild hair

So hard to lay in bed, idling, while the world keeps turning.
Down time is for the dead - sleep is time lost forever.
Some suspect a wild hair,
a wild hair
up there.

Solid man, humanitarian,
boy, how I try.
But my weeds impede
the path on that climb.
Everything that is clear to me
are things that no one sees.

What others understand only serves to confuse me.
Whatever others dread never fails to ignite me.
Some suspect a wild hair,
a wild hair
oh, yeah.