Isn't It a Shame

Isn't it a shame
Not to have something to believe in?
To have to cry in public places
Frightened by children making faces

Travel folders call you
So do your memories
But the statistics seem to stall you
And they whisper "it's a tease"

The moon has coated me with dust
I must look a sight
I left my mind out in the rain
So please don't be polite

Can you help me?
Can you help me?
Later on tonight
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
At least until it's light

Tonight I won't be drinking
I'll love you anyway-ay-ay-ay
I will be very busy thinking
I can still come out and play

It's more than medication
It is all that's on the shelf
The simple fact that I'm alive and well
And I'm laughing at myself

My casual friends were casualties
My foes were just faux pas
But I still have that second chance
And I'm listening for applause

Look at us poor souls down here
Tryin' to turn an honest trick
Every second season seems
We think we're tired or sick

Can you help us?
Can you help us?
Something's got to click
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
To sing another lick