The windows of my soul
  are made of one way glass
  don't bother looking into my eyes
  if there's something you want to know,
  just ask
  I got a dead bolt stroll
  where I'm going is clear
  I won't wait for you to wonder
  I'll just tell you why I'm here
    'cause I know the biggest crime
  is just to throw up your hands
  say
  this has nothing to do with me
  I just want to live as comfortably as I can
  you got to look outside your eyes
  you got to think outside your brain
  you got to walk outside you life
  to where the neighborhood changes
    tell me who is your boogieman
  that's who I will be
  you don't have to like me for who I am
  but we'll see what you're made of
  by what you make of me
  I think that it's absurd
  that you think I
  am the derelict daughter
  I fight fire with words
  words are hotter than flames
  words are wetter than water
    I got friends all over this country
  I got friends in other countries too
  I got friends I haven't met yet
  I got friends I never knew
  I got lovers whose eyes
  I've only seen at a glance
  I got strangers for great grandchildren
  I got strangers for ancestors
    I was a long time coming
  I'll be a long time gone
  you've got your whole life to do something
  and that's not very long
  so why don't you give me a call
  when you're willing to fight
  for what you think is real
  for what you think is right