Case In Point Lyrics - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

Im a breather, mail receiver 

Ad I dont know where I stand 

Not since someone informed me 

That my house was built on sand 

And its not the earth beneath me 

Its just the concept of the land 

And Im standing on the corner 

When the buildings, they all fell 

And you blink once youre a goner 

Everything just goes pell-mell 

Its a real hard sell, my conceptual hell 

Not even good for kindling, no 

When the buildings, they all fell 

And Im a breather, mail receiver 

Bottom feeder just getting by 

And you know its all just part of the course 

But you blame it on some non existent force 

Oh yeah, of course, you know you cant ride 

The concept of the horse but still I try 

In a carton desert landscape 

With a pair of Acme jet skates 

Focused on my destination 

I seem to have forgot my station 

Now its time to face the nation 

And Im riding to meet you 

On a brown gray speckled mare 

But theres something that unnerves me 

Like I'm riding on thin air 

These few doubts disserve me 

Thinking no one really cares 

And Im jumping over fences 

On this obstacle course 

But it seems Im getting nowhere 

On the concept of the horse 

Its a real hard sell, my conceptual hell 

Not even good for kindling, no 

When the buildings, they all fell 

And Im a breather, bottom feeder 

How many liters must I imbibe? 

And you know its all just part of the course 

But you blame it on some non existent force 

Oh yeah, of course, you know you cant ride 

The concept of the horse but still I try