The windows of my soul 
are made of one way glass 
don't bother looking into my eyes 
if there's something you want to know, 
just ask 
I got a dead bolt stroll 
where I'm going is clear 
I won't wait for you to wonder 
I'll just tell you why I'm here 
 
'cause I know the biggest crime 
is just to throw up your hands 
say 
this has nothing to do with me 
I just want to live as comfortably as I can 
you got to look outside your eyes 
you got to think outside your brain 
you got to walk outside you life 
to where the neighborhood changes 
 
tell me who is your boogieman 
that's who I will be 
you don't have to like me for who I am 
but we'll see what you're made of 
by what you make of me 
I think that it's absurd 
that you think I 
am the derelict daughter 
I fight fire with words 
words are hotter than flames 
words are wetter than water 
 
I got friends all over this country 
I got friends in other countries too 
I got friends I haven't met yet 
I got friends I never knew 
I got lovers whose eyes 
I've only seen at a glance 
I got strangers for great grandchildren 
I got strangers for ancestors 
 
I was a long time coming 
I'll be a long time gone 
you've got your whole life to do something 
and that's not very long 
so why don't you give me a call 
when you're willing to fight 
for what you think is real 
for what you think is right