Point Me Toward the Real

In the front seat of your convertible car

I'm awaiting your return

Watching sunshine flash and my cigarette ash

til the corporate logo burns

You picked me up at

the County Cook Psychiatry Institute

It’s my first day free

I've got nowhere to be

so I'm coming home with you

Just a quick stop off at the drugstore

I’m not ready

so I wait in the car for you

You asked me who I might like to see

on my first night back outside

But my friends are few

and my lover is through

and my family's horrified

We ride along through the silent dusk

while the moon gets drunk and high

It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone

and I've seen its darker side

You ask again and the words come out

So easy

they bypass my conscious mind

Point me toward the real mother****ers

Point me toward the real

I've been lied to and abused

Time to try to heal

Cut me loose, cut me loose

Let me get hurt, let me feel

Cut my bound hands free and

Point me toward the real

Now ever since I was a little child

I have felt the same old fear

That I alone will freeze

while the world proceeds

I'll be forever stuck right here

But I can't live the old way

that way nearly left me dead

I need someone new

who can tell me the truth

and I don't care who it is

I want the knife in deep

aw

and I want someone to give it a twist

We’re coming into the city now

and I’ve only said it once

It's a phrase so clean

I don’t know what it means

but it's more than I've said in months

You never ask what I did

that made the cops finally pick me up

You wanna know where I’m trying to go

where I'll be, not where I was

I say it one more time

you nod and smile

and it's better than all the drugs

Point me toward the real motherfckers

Point me toward the real

I've been lied to and abused

Time to try to heal

Cut me loose, cut me loose

See what freedom might reveal

Cut my bound hands free and

Point me toward the real

(Aah, aah

Aah, aah

Aah, aah

Aah, aah)