Red Letter: Music
The Man Next Door
(Red Letter)
My head is spinning
Trying to fix on something sure
Against the shouting and ranting
Of the crazy man next door
He’s got problems that I can’t comprehend
Voices in his mind chasing him someplace
So dark again
Sometimes it’s quiet
And I sleep straight through the night
I guess he’s sleeping too
When his mind gives up the fight
But right now he’s moaning and I’m watching through the blinds
Some kind of suffering
That’s so different from mine
I’ve got fears
But my fears don’t seem so bad
I’ve got tears
But I’ve got more times I feel glad
I’ve got love
Right here on the second floor
I’ll send some love out of my window
To the man next door
I’ll plug my ears
So I can fall asleep
And he can go on making noise
It’s not gonna bother me
I hope he finds comfort, I hope he finds some kind of peace
Cause that’s got to be pure torture
Sure looks like torture to me
We are souls under the same hot sun
He and I are made out of the same stuff