Your mother finally took all of her money
And put it where her mouth used to be
Turning anybody's ear
About her friends that disappeared
And how she's sailing further out to sea
Your father's spending all of his vacation
Learning foreign names for all his fears
While spirits he's detected
From the data he's collected
Turned out to be just ringing in his ears
You look like one of them
But you talk like one of us
Everything they're telling you is wrong
You look like one of them
But you talk like one of us
Babe I think you know where you belong
Your sister's always mortally offended
At the mispronunciation of her name
Telling all her newer clients
That the "w" is silent
Before she sends them out the way they came
Your brother sends me all his latest poems
About his secret dreams of learning how to dance
He always adds a line for you
Asking when you're coming thorugh
So he can tell his supervisor six months in advance
You look like one of them
But you talk like one of us
Everything they're telling you is wrong
You look like one of them
But you talk like one of us
Babe I think you know where you belong
Your old flame is still counting up his money
In a secret lair he built behind the shelf
Where he chants in repetition
"Lead me not into temptation"
I'm pretty sure he knows the way himself
You look like one of them
But you talk like one of us
Everything they're telling you is wrong
You look like one of them
But you talk like one of us
Babe I think you know where you belong
One of Us was written by Taylor Goldsmith.
One of Us was produced by Blake Mills.