Simplicity - Spector

Climb to the top of the greasy pole

Served my time in the capital

Trying to say something relatable

Like, «How are things in general?»

I’ve got nothing to protect

Except the image I project

Strangers stop and pay respects

Ask me if I’m alright

In the pale morning light

A simplicity calls to me

Saying when they tell you they understand

That’s your cue to get out while you still can

Cash it in and cancelling all your plans

Ah who could blame you?

Dying to own your own property

But National Trust bought the cemetery

Even burning in hells not a guarantee

No gravity under the apple tree

Twenty degrees in February

You and meteorology

I owe a couple of apologies

Don’t ask me if I’m alright

In the pale morning light

A simplicity calls to me

Saying when they tell you they understand

That’s your cue to get out while you still can

Cash it in and cancel all your plans

You could bury everything under sand

You could probably have whatever you like

But you could never handle the simple life

Oh you would never settle for just the sides

Who could blame you?

Do I look like I’m alright?

In the pale morning light

A simplicity calls to me

Tell them I’ll call them right back

Yeah I’ll be coming right back