Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase.
Tired of being pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery.
They mistake your sadness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one that was meant for me
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be.
West of the Jordan, East of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the turning of a page, the rising of a new age,
I see the groom’s still waiting at the altar.