Case In Point - Andrew Bird I'm a breather mail receiver
And I don't know where I stand
Not since someone informed me
That my house was built on sand
And it's not the earth beneath me It's just the concept of the land And I'm standing on the corner
When the buildings they all fell
If you blink once you're a goner
Everything just goes pell-mell
It's a real hard sell
My conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling When the buildings they all fell
I'm a breather mail receiver
Bottom feader just getting by
And you know it's all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Oh yeah, of course
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse But still I try
In a cartoon desert landscape With a pair of ACME jetskates Focused on my destination I seem to have forgot my station Now it's time to face the nation
And I'm riding to meet you
On a brown gray speckled mare
But there's something that unnerves me
Like I'm riding on thin air
These few doubts disserve me Thinking no one really cares And I'm jumping over fences
On this obstacle course
But it seems I'm getting nowhere On the concept of the horse It's a real hard sell
My conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling know When the buildings they all fell
I'm a breather Bottom feader How many liters
Must I imbibe And you know it's all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Oh yeah, of course
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse But still I try