Well, I know a guy, he's from far far away
He's a songwriter, he got something to say
He says, "People in this city are too busy to hang out
This town's so spread out, no one would hear you if you shout"Everyone's got a script to sell and someplace else they want to be
There's always a lock that would open if you could just find the key
But I know the patron saint of desperate causes
Doesn't ring his fingers with diamonds and ruby rosesSome say there's no solution to all this disillusion
What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care?There's a lonely girl riding the bus in the middle of the night
She calls herself up to hear a friendly voice
And she says, "Hi, this is Casandra, leave your name and your number
And I'll call you back if I have the time or if I remember"Patty cake, patty cake, barkeep man
Pour me a beer as fast as you can
What to do with all this sadness that I see
Lord knows it ain't easy being greenSome say there's no solution to all this disillusion
What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Oh yeahOh some say, there's no solution to all this disillusion
What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Oh yeahSome say there's no solution to all this disillusion
What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care?
Who simply doesn't care, oh yeah, yeah