And all the calm existentialists
And all the medicated therapists
And the fat yoga instructor
Well they all seemed fine
And I couldn't quite put my finger on it
But it seemed that they weren't full of shit
When they told me too
That some day I'll find it

Well okay...alright
yeah

So I'm shooting in the dark
Here with old Mr. Clark
For the wisest man knows
It is he who knows not
Seeking out solace
From inside a guitar
I mean why the hell else
Would we be in Southbridge, Massachusetts anyway?

Well hey, it's okay!
Yay!

The con in connectedness
Is an individualist
Can truly never exist
And all are the same
The con in contentedness
Is you're still okay with this
Tragedy's met with bliss
And life turns mundane

Well hey, it's okay
Yay!

The con in contemporary's
Everything's ordinary
Nothing is met
Without a precedent laid
The con in contentedness
Is you're still okay with this
Tragedy's met with bliss
And life turns mundane

So all the bits good and bad
Opposites white and black
Viewed from far enough away
All mesh together
In an impossible grey
But this one goes out
To that crazy little spec
Down in Dayville, Connecticut