Going For The Gold

There's a voice on the phone telling what had happened
Some kind of confusion, more like a disaster
And it wondered how you were left unaffected
But you had no knowledge
No, the chemicals covered you

So a jury was formed as more liquor was poured
No need for conviction, they're not thirsting for justice
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty, I found out I was guilty

But I won't be around for the sentencing
'Cause I'm leaving on the next airplane

And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
They seem adequate to fill up my time
But if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
Well, then maybe I could take your advice
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time

There's a film on the wall, makes the people look small
Who are sitting beside it, all consumed in the drama
They must return to their lives once the hero has died
They will drive to the office, stopping somewhere for a coffee

Where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene
Dispensing their wisdom of dear amateur orators
They will detail their pain in some standard refrain
They will recite their sadness like it's some kind of contest

Well, if it is, I think I am winning it
All beaming with confidence as I make my final lap
The gold medal gleams, so hang it around my neck
'Cause I am deserving it, the champion of idiots

But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
'Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her
And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie