Yes

[bobsfoot]

My god the sincerity, four simple words
"Dont call me crazy"
thats all it takes
That old man with sunken eyes
whitened hair, scratchy voice
looks like he might cry

brushes him off, umbrella to rain drops
Crazy old man, he's fucking crazy...
He knows more about you than you do
wants to ask you about love

So sad to see
sad to see
watching as society in all its splendor
Grabs the man whose willing to talk
and pushes him six feet under

He sits and says hello
His ramble starts off slow
and the tragic smile he offers
it grabs you by the heart
He's talking about Larry
The poor old man, he must be crazy...

So sad to see
sad to see
watching as society in all its splendor
Grabs the man whose willing to talk
and pushes him six feet under

"Who do you love?"
"What does your love mean?"
"Really, what does that mean?"

Conversation faltering as hes
Moving along, your thinking on
the life he made you ponder
let him go, crazy man
what does he know?
Hes been here so much longer

"Now dont call me crazy..."