©2007 Crandall

I’m holding communion with my autograph
On the back of a postcard to an old girlfriend
I’m so guilty for my lack of identity

I don’t want to be the campus president
Or a mealy-mouthed hipster from the psychic orient
I just want to be a merry man

I don’t want to be a Jack Kerouac
Expending all my energy
And returning right back
To where I began

I don’t want to climb any corporate ladder
Fending off my enemies with super-slick diplomacy
I just want to be a merry man

I don’t want to be a brain-dead patriot
Or a Christ-loving Marxist conspiracy nut
I just want to be a merry man

I don’t want to be a Jack Kerouac
Expending all my energy
And returning right back
To where I began

Great American spirit
Sang the song of himself
Lost and lonesome icon
He fell off the end of the earth
Fell off the end of the earth
Fell off the end of the earth

I don’t want to be a Jack Kerouac
Expending all my energy
And returning right back
To where I began