don't believe a thing i say

mercury's in retrograde

don't believe a thing i say

you know i don't believe that stuff

my mind's only made of dust

the echo always said get real

mostly i just go by feel

kick it first if it don't start

don't need tools i got my heart

are we free or afraid

of what we're told

are we out of or under

control

when saturn returns i begin

to trust in patterns more than men

or the stories that they tell

even when they tell them well

the echo always sounded good

until i finally understood

i only had to open the door

now i don' trust the echo anymore

are we free or afraid

of what we're told

are we out of or under

control

all these planets pulling me around

they pulled my face into a frown

even though my minds made up

my mind's only made of dust

from stars and clouds and oceans all unseen

from stars and clouds and oceans all unseen

are we free or afraid

of what we're told

are we out of or under

control