The Individualist Todd Rundgren

[Intro]
Gather 'round children, I got a tale to tell you

[Verse 1]
There was a time when I couldn't bust a rhyme
Had yet to hit my prime
'Cause my mind was such a young mind
And first you got to unwind
The mystery of your soul, it's like a black hole
The gravity is too thick
You got to learn to lighten up a bit

It's such a frightening thing to realize
Every time you close your eyes
You been cut down to size
'Cause you're stuck with yourself
Ain't nobody else in there to compare yourself to
It's just you
And then you ask yourself, "What's it all about?"
So you try to figure it out
And that's when you'll be tempted to believe foolish things
And deceive yourself by letting someone else
Do your thinking for you
When they haven't got a clue
But you can't relive the hype, don't you see?
'Cause I got a special answer meant just for me
Somewhere in my immediate vicinity