The Funny Farm

[spoken: it's good to be back...]

So the hat in the closet
Don't fit the size of the current head
What have you done? What have you done?
My eyes, they cannot see...

Once upon a scout
Once upon a boy scout working on the neighborhood
Is somebody was
Was somebody is
Somebody who we thought we could read

But My Oh Myopia
Bless these eyes I cannot see
My Oh Myopia
Pray for the lemmings who think I lead

So - fumblin' for the badges
Fumblin' for the thing for to put up the shirt sleeve
How's it gonna read? How's it gonna read?
She's gonna be so impressed

All the trophies in the closet
Closet's much smaller than the size of the current head
How can you move? How can you move?
How you gonna get her undressed

My Oh Myopia
Bless these eyes I cannot see
My Oh Myopia
Pray for the lemmings

Now the uniform mind
Faded like a photograph
It don't take a genius to see it
Boy scout turned sailor with a seizure a failure
It don't take a genius to see it
It don't take an optical genius to see...

My Oh Myopia
Bless these eyes I cannot see
My Oh Myopia
Pray for the lemmings...

_{From the album Gravity Is Mutual by Scott Merritt}