Staring at the Sun

So I wrote a long letter to a government man
He said, "Don’t go selling your soul

"Sing a song, how hard can it be just to get along?"

But it just seems like, lately
I was down in the gutter below
We spend our days just smoking pot and
But my heart got heavy and my hair grew long
25 beers as an alibi, had to get connected
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
As my heart gets heavy and my hair gets long
Hey man, you know, what’s up, too slow

Feels like we're staring at the sun

How hard can it be just to get along?
He said, "Son, I don’t think that you understand
I had to take a job just to get along
I've been staring at the sun, staring at the sun

You get high, you get low, don’t let your ego

Well, I got a lot of love for the modern man

Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Wondering how we got so fucked up
Won a lot of things, but I lost your soul
Hey man, you know, what’s up, too slow
Feels like I'm staring at the sun
I was down in the gutter below
I read a lot of books that I don’t understand
I told him I was born in the summer of Sam

I just wanna get elected"
Staring at the sun
Just want a hooker with a heart of gold
You get high, you get low, don’t let your ego
Staring at the sun
I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
Yes, don’t go selling your soul

As my daddy always said
I figured I’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
Yeah, don’t go selling your soul"

Now baby, I love you when spring's in the air
When you don’t go selling your soul
Feels like I'm staring at the sun
Feels like we're staring at the sun

I've been staring at the sun