| So many things you said last night |
| In your attempt to be forthright |
| How certain things are meant to be |
| If it’s of benefit to me |
| This moments really celestine |
| You said «I'm not sure what that means» |
| But kept this to myself |
| Lest I intrude on your sincerity |
| And you said |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| I fail to understand these pearls |
| Of abject generosity |
| They’re all that they appear to be |
| A conscience sold for precious words |
| The meat of your philosophy |
| Of TV talk show homily |
| Was heaven is within us all |
| I couldn’t help but think your heaven must be very small |
| So I said |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| God could I use a drink or a cigarette |
| Since you’re refusing to think |
| Guess we’d better get high |
| It’s been a while |
| Thanks for being so frank I gotta go |
| You wear your candor and rank |
| Like a new trophy bride |
| It’s back in style |
| I felt your need to share some more |
| I felt the pressure knock my door |
| Thank god for wood and all it’s strength |
| The power to keep you at arms length |
| So I said |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| Go reach out and find yourself |
| Go reach out and fuck yourself |