The Palm of My Foot

My puppet's gone and talked for me again.
He's been changing so often i think he's got my shoes on.
I think he's finally starting to
Learn with his fingers,
Trying to feel what's on the inside.
I see him noticing the sky and its beauty,
But i wonder how long this could last.

I see my model girl's gone prancing down the rich road.
Wearing clothes you'd find on corner girls, babe.
I find her lying about lying with men,
When she knows its true.
She knows its true.

So much has changed i wonder if i look different now.
Do my own eyes seem odd?
The more i stay in a bunch makes me wanna be the lonely one,
And yet i can't break free.
I'm thinking:
Memories are the only worthy part of my posession,
Not this wad of dirty cash I carry with me.
Thinking:
Education's important like a punch in the nose.
It doesn't mean a thing if it's not real.
Playing games all my life,
Trying to make it in everyone else's eyes.
I'm a winner in the undecided race
To find the glory of it all
Is in the palm of my foot,
And i've been running too long.