[Verse 1]

Is there such a thing as one who’s truly free?

In this disparate land

Whose life remains unplanned

Who finds freedom in little things and beauty among weeds

I’d like to shake their hand

I’m sure they’d understand

[Chorus]

I'm only convinced that I’m uncertain of everything

It stands to reason that I’m an unreasonable thing

It’s a bitter pill, but I’ve had my fill

A hunger for knowledge, today I’m full

I’m thick headed for such a numbskull

[Verse 2]

Is there such a thing as one who’s truly wise?

Who doesn't claim to see

All that one’s life should be

Who admits they do not know what comes as a surprise

Wish they would spеak to me

Wish they could speak to mе

[Chorus]

It’s a nebulous machine, a memory of recollection

Tenuously between structured chaos and flawed perfection

If reason rules out imagination

That’s reason enough to be a fool

I’m thick headed for such a numbskull