Tambourine

Who is this person?
I want to pretend I’ve never seen him before
Step into the mirror and straight out the other side
Somebody said
You can impress them if you try
Walking on the tightrope
With your shoes untied
They tell me my laugh is hard to miss
Kind warm and soft when it fits
These days my laugh has got a cutting edge
So be careful with it
What is this music?
I want to pretend I’ve never heard it before
Step into the headphones and go outdoors
What is that sound
Coming from the ground coming from the trees?
Take me out of my nightmare and into the breeze
You know my laugh is like a tambourine
Beautiful when it finds a place in the mix
Or nasty when it doesn’t know where it sits
Head of the class top of the heap
Baby I’m a new man in the clothes of a sheep
If there’s anything you don’t want to change keep it aside
Because a man will build himself on the trusted and tried
Maybe on my deathbed I’m going to worry about the things i said
Maybe on my deathbed I’m going to laugh out loud
Maybe on my deathbed I’m going to worry about my cash-flow
Maybe on my deathbed — who knows?