Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty
Climbin' up on thirty
Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk

And talk junk
You musta fell out of your bunk
And smacked your head

Or your face or somethin'

I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream

Take the bus
Go on and get yourself your own dream


This is my own life keepin' me down
Where I wanna be in my private nation
I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call

Here for just a while when in my private nation
You can ride or you can go


Why you gonna step on shoes
When you don't know whose been in 'em
Have you ever been more than a bump

On a rock that likes to roll
In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky
Use your eyes

It's all you got till you die

I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream

Take the bus
Go on and get yourself your own dream


You can ride on, it ain't free
Leave a light on, so you can see
How to get back when you go


How to get, how to give
How to make ends meet

How to lose, how to win
How to stay on the seat
How to use momentum to keep the two wheels straight

How to wait after it feels like you waited so long