Quiet Not Crazy - Livingston

In the back of the woods

In the back of the car

Where the tire then burst

And broke my mouth

In the dark of the night

In the pouring rain

Where the rules got changed

I’ve said too much

In the back of my mind

In the cold, cold rain

Where I scream so loud

But don’t say anything

And I stand my ground in the firing line

While I tell myself that I’m doing fine

And I know you think that I’m losing it

But I’m just quiet,

I’m not crazy

I swear

What a way to express

What’s on my head

What a way to tell you

It’s all been said

What a way to redeem

What a way to react

What a way to excape

From my stone mouth

And I stand my ground in the firing line

While I tell myself that I’m doing fine

And I know you think that I’m losing it

But I’m just quiet,

I’m not crazy

Come what may storm or avalanche

Gonna stand my ground given half a chance

And I know you say that I’m loosing it

But I’m just quiet

I’m not crazy

Call it mad

Call it blasphemy

Call me quiet going on crazy

But I’m just quiet

I’m not crazy