I wanted a house on hill
But the valley is high in my mind so I'm fine
I wanted a space I could fill
Then look in the mirror through the window from the sill
I had a mind to set you free
Is the truth in a song just a lie from my tongue
No one around me knew the reason why
Am I a man grown from a hanging tree in the sky
What kind of idea are you
Are you a god
Are you a man
Are you a tree
Are you a crack in the pavement on an avenue
Are you a mountain to climb
Or is the soul of a man just a sin by design
I got home to find
That none of these chairs in this house are mine
So I got drunk and called the cops
On a cocaine deal going down in the drive
What kind of idea are you
Are you a god
Are you a man
Are you a tree
Are you a crack in the pavement on an avenue
Are you a mountain to climb
Or is the soul of a man just a sin by design