Songtext The trumpet player No Use For A Name

The trumpet player

Always in the way, I think I've had enough of this.
Why is everyone so cold and lonely?
Here I go again, I'll try relating to the selfishly absurd.

Take me for a ride and leave me somewhere I can live,
Without feeling everybody's sorrow.
I want to feel the numbness that surrounds most of our hearts.
To feel like I am normal, while ripping lives apart.

Somewhere on the way to degradation,
I met a man who put me in my place.
He said, "You will not see me. You'll know the truth,
When you hear this trumpet play."

Doctor, can you give me something for my state of mind?
If we're all on the same pill, it's alright.
"Sorry son, you'll have to walk this bridge without a crutch.
We're out of medication; the world is out of love."

Just then, I heard something from the distance:
The trumpet player sitting on the hill.
He said, "I really do not have an answer now,"
Then vanished, standing still.

In the face of everyone, I saw a little madness,
And decided not to be part of that scene.
The only way it seemed...

Always on the wrong side of affection,
We step on heads to get more than we need.
Never understanding the afterglow,
The reflection of our greed.
Never understanding the afterglow,
The reflection of, reflection of our greed.