The Point of It All

Oh what a noble distinguished collection of fine little friends you have made Hitting the tables without you again no we'll wait no we promise we'll wait June makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste She spends a few months at a time on the couch But she's safe she wears shades she wears shades Oh but no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby doll And you're racist for playing along You're only human after all And you're learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends Doesn't mean they'll call They made the comment and just But you've got the needle I guess that's the point of it all Maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be We propped you right up in a chair on the deck with a beautiful view of the sea But a couple days later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be seen You had magically moved to the closet eyes fixed on the spot where the dryer had been Oh yes no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby doll And you're racist for playing along You're almost human after all Why on earth would I keep you locked up in here where you so love the fall Well the patterns laid out on the bed With hundreds of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end It's better to waste your life watching the scenery change at a comatose rate And to put yourself in and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you hate And while you were sleeping some men came around and said they had some dementions to take I'm not sure what they were talking about but they sure a mess of your face But still no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby doll And you're racist for coming along you're almost human even now And just cause they call themself experts doesn't mean that they'll call Oh they've got the permanent price and the homes with a stable address And they've got excitement and life by the fistful but you've got the meaning I guess that's the point of it all --- The Point Of It All - Amanda Palmer