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 roses

Some 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 green

Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion

What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Oh yeah

Oh some say, there's no solution to all this disillusion

What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Oh yeah

Some 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