Man of a Thousand Faces

[Verse 1]
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her

[Verse 2]
He begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
To a place of no religion
Has found a path to our alikeness

[Verse 3]
His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river
Stains that are trying to cover for each other
Or at least blend in with the pattern

[Bridge]
Good is better than perfect
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for things that
I tell others to do without crying

[Verse 4]
He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff 'em into his breast pocket
And the moon to him was a stranger

[Verse 5]
Now, he sits down at a table
Right next to the window
And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's sturdy instruction

[Verse 6]
To a place with no religion
Has found a path to our alikeness
And eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her