Conformity Is Killing Me
So old friend… Where the hell you been
I’ll bet you got stories again… About danger… Love and sin
The last time you saw me… I listened to story after story
I can admit I felt jealousy… When you told me about that fight in Boise
And the medicine man from Albuquerque… As you shared your poetry
About the songwriter from Tennessee… As you played your guitar for me
I realized my conformity in society… Was killing me slowly
I had nothing new to tell you… When everything about you is new
I’m still working at the factory… I’m still dating Susie
I still go bowling every Monday… I still fish every Friday
I go to church every Sunday… As I call it my destiny
I remember needing to ask you… If you were telling the truth
When you said I could go with you… To find someplace new
You said we could hitch rides to nowhere… Hop a train to anywhere
Fight in bars for one night stands… Live without a map or a plan
But at morning light when you came by… The sunrise reflected in your eyes
As my gray eyes told the truth… That I couldn’t go with you
That my destiny was not to live wild and free
But to let conformity kill me slowly
