Wearing white sheets
They danced in the streets
chanting their odd little song.
They gave me a book
They asked me for money
They told me how I'm living wrong.
They were ready to give me inner peace
As they tried to save my soul.
They said if I lived the way that they lived
Their truth would make me whole.
Well, I listened intently to all that they said.
I just couldn't agree.
So I gave them a buck and wishes of luck.
They needed it much more than me.
Don't feel sorry for me.
I'm not trying to save the world
Life isn't easy but I'm not led by illusion.
Don't feel sorry for me.
You can't see what I see.
But I know you mean well
So I'll kindly forgive your intrusion.
Then I drove home; my neighbor cried
I've found the truth, the light!
Why don't you come to church with me!
It just might set you right!
It's a wondrous thing you found, I said
And I'm glad that now you know
But the word's been out 2000 years
And I heard it long ago.
Don't feel sorry for me.
I'm already free.
I'm happy for you
but cannot accept your allusion.
Don't feel sorry for me.
Sermons fill me with ennui
But because you mean well,
I'll politely forgive your confusion.