[ Featuring Charity ]
Spittin' in Harvard yard
Man, I wish I had my guitar
I could really write something
Maybe it'd move you
Maybe you'd know the tune
You could leave here humming
But it'd sound all the same to me
Can I still connect to what I sing?
As far as I can tell
I've gone too numb
To have anyone compel
Me with a song
Don't take it back a degree
Just make it like you want to see
Something really change around you
I shouldn't have to sacrifice
Expression like it's a vice
"There's plenty left to be sung...." Indeed
But it'd sound all the same to me
Can I still connect to what I sing?
'Cause as far as I can tell
I've gone too numb
To have anyone compel
Me with a song
As far as I can tell
I've gone too numb
To have anyone compel
Me with a song
