I look different every time you see me.
Maybe it‚Äôs you who sees me different every time.
I leave my baggage at the door no matter what,
I‚Äôm working the room, making people feel good.
And I know we‚Äôre true.
I‚Äôve paid my money.
And I think you have too,
haven‚Äôt you honey?
Dentists are circling,
and it‚Äôs dark, and we‚Äôre lost.
And the spit of a vulture just landed on me,
at what cost?
In the long way round, and the shortcut as well,
on rings of experience, and secrets to tell,
unlike you, you‚Äôre the same, anytime again.