Out of My Time

I’m out on my own again, though I’m not blue.
I don’t feel the lonely pain some others do.
For those who try to shape my mind —
you haven’t got a clue.
I’m through with you.
I’m wiser and wizened now. This much is true:
I don’t get surprised much now by what you do.
The phases pass in fashion fads
disguised as something new.
There’s nothing new.
That’s me and I’m fine. Got my car,
my guitar and my beer and I’m fine.
I’ll be out of line, out of tune,
out of place, out of phase out of mind,
out of my time.
If you want to be, want to be
all that you’ve got to be
Climb out of the minds of men from ivory towers.
Climb over their swords and pens — their mighty powers.
No lies to spiel, no high ideals to hopelessly pursue.
I’m through with you.
That’s me, and I’m sound,
With my head in the clouds
and my feet on the ground.
I’ll be out of line, out of tune,
out of place, out of phase out of mind,
out of my time.
The phases pass in fashion fads
disguised as something new.
There’s nothing that’s new.
Yeh. Yeh. Yeh. That’s me and I’m fine. Got my car,
my guitar and my beer and I’m fine.
I’ll be out of line, out of tune,
out of place, out of phase out of mind,
out of my time.
Oh. you’ve got to be, got to be all that you want to be.