And I'm some sort of actress They got the proper location But I'm wearing the wrong dress
And they can't find the film crew And I guess I might as well be in the nude ?Cause there's no one here to tell me what to do
They have started the New Age But I flunked at the last stage
There were too many questions And no, no one to talk to And I guess that's what they call 'in solitude' When there's no one here to tell the answers to
This is your landing gear We're heading down the road of self-reliance
She was full of frustrations She's a suntanned example
She said, ? don't take the offer ?Cause you don't really need to? And I guess that's why she hates, her solitude ?Cause she never had a heart to listen to
?Cause they know you're not leaving Until someone connects you
To the proper authorities Who have somehow forgotten How to make a civil person out of you And now there's no one here to tell the answers to
This is your landing gear We're heading down the road of self-reliance We're heading down the road of self-reliance Heading down the road of self-reliance More from Bettie Serveert