You used to feel free
  you used to feel fine
  now you feel like a captive
  in your very own mind
  
  I hear you've been walking on eggs again
  perched on the edge of the lunatic fringe
  you can't fly, can't fly, you can't fly away
  you're thinkin' about life without a cage
  
  What can I say to you
  I'm in a different state
  What can I offer you
  I'm on another stage
  What can I do for you?
  
  I hear you've been dying in your living room
  chained to the furniture, looking for the door
  you can't move, can't move, you can't move eternally
  still thinkin' about life without a cage
  
  You smile much less, yes,
  invariably the verge of a frown
  you sleep in all day,
  hiding from your reasoning
  
  You used to be free
  well, what can I say?