The two Jehovah's Witnesses were knocking at my door
Telling me about the love of God and the glory of the Lord
They remind me of a woman at my windowsill who is calling out my name
But I hear wisdom calling out as well from across the lonely plain
So I walked down to the corner store a quarter mile down the street
Staring at the laces on my shoes as I was shuffling my feet
Before I knew it, I was lost somewhere in aisle 5 with an odd look on my face
Because I'd forgotten why I walked that quarter mile in the first place

And I was thinking of the life I'd like to live
And how somebody somewhere else was prob'ly living it and thinking of the life that they would like to live: the one I'm living.

I was seeing forms that don't exist hearing voices with no tongues
Singing melancholy melodies with the words yet to be sung
Every shape was shifting sideways 'til my balance was thrown off
Onto the tile floor I landed, but the tile felt so soft
Just like the mattress on which I awoke, I exhaled in relief
Because my dream had momentarily suspended my belief
So in reality I now emerge all dreary-eyed to the main room of my house
To find those two Jehovah's Witnesses are sleeping on my couch

I've been high and low, between reality and dream
And I've seen everything a man could ever hope to see
'Cause when I'm here, I'm gone
When I'm right, I'm mostly wrong
What's the point?
Everything looks better from the flip side of the coin

And this guy is thinking of the life he'd like to live, and how I'm out here in the ether proudly living it, thinking of the life that I would like to live: the one he's living.

That man breathed with a punctured lung and the smoke was all released
From all the cigarettes he unfairly won at a local lottery
There was food for his stomach, drops for his eyes
A human so dehumanized
As they strapped him down, they failed to realize
His heart was going to break
Into a million puzzle pieces from a thousand cardboard boxes
Some of rivers and lighthouses, or serpents holding children hostage
When I tried to sweep the floor of them, I only found that there were more of them than you ever could have swept,
Than you ever would expect there to be

I've been high and low, between reality and dream
And I've seen everything a man could ever hope to see
'Cause when I'm here, I'm gone
When I'm right, I'm mostly wrong
I should know...
Everything seems smaller when you look from so damn high

Everything looks better from the flip side of the coin
Everything seems smaller when you look from so damn high