Karl and Billy Bob (And Mary Shelley, Too)

A hole in the ground, a shed
Pictures of Jesus on the wall
A few words, a couple of books
Is the world too big, or are we too small?


I've tried so hard
The best I've done is sidelong glances
But I believe in Karl
So I'll take my chances


What is love to you?
Could you live inside your heart?
I like the way you talk
I end where you start






I've tried so hard
The best I've done is sidelong glances
But I believe in Karl
So I'll take my chances 

I don't understand all of it
(But you made Karl) 
I reckon I understand some of it
(But you made Karl)
And a record ain't a song
(But you made Karl)
And a song ain't a record
(But you made Karl)
Except of what was
(But you made Karl)
And was never meant to be
(But you made Karl)
A masterpiece of suffering  
Yet they would have you a clown
But you made Karl
You made Karl


I've tried so hard
The best I can do is sidelong glances
But I believe in Karl
So I'll take my chances

I haven't recovered any memories
But my memory is coming around
Maybe a blind horse is happiest
When it's kept underground
When you're running too fast
You don't think of nothin' else
Just staying ahead of what's chasing you
Trying to save yourself
In heaven, where God is
We may be as men
Here, where He is not
We must be as him
And that includes Karl
And that includes you
And that includes Billy Bob
And Mary Shelley, too

I've tried so hard 
The best I can do is sidelong glances
But I believe in Karl
So I'll take my chances