what I've kept with me
and what I've thrown away
and where the hell I've ended up

on this glary, random day
were the things I really cared about
just left along the way

for being too pent up and proud?

woke up way too late

feeling hungover and old
and the sun was shining bright
and I walked barefoot down the road

started thinking about my old man
it seems that all men
want to get into a car and go

anywhere

here I stand:

sad and free
I can't cry
I can't see

what I've done
no, God,
what have I done?


don't you know I'm numb, man, no,
I can't feel a thing at all, 'cause it's

all smiles and business these days
and I'm indifferent to the loss
and I've faith that there's a soul somewhere

that's leading me around
I wonder if she knows which way is down


here I stand:
sad and free
I can't cry

and I can't see
what I've done
no, God,

what have I done?
ooh


and I poured my heart out
and I poured my heart out
it evaporated...

see?

blind man on a canyon's edge

of a panoramic scene
maybe I'm a kite that's flying high
and random, dangling a string

or slumped over in a vacant room
head on a stranger's knee
I'm sure back home

they think I've lost my mind

here I stand:

sad and free
I can't cry
and I can't see

what I've done
no, God,
what have I done?


(Look man, I got your hidden track right here, pal...)
(right here, listen!)

(Ben Folds is a $#&@ing $$#hole!)