Rupert Holmes
A Man Could Go Quite Mad
[JASPER]
Another trifling day
One more soul-stifling day
Of blinding pain:
Boredom grinds my brain
Down to the grain

A man could go quite mad
And not be all that bad
Consider each superb, disturbing urge you've ever had
To curse aloud in church or choke each bloke who
Throws a smile your way...
Be that as it may

A man could have bad dreams
And not be all he seems
Yet not be far removed from all the noblest of extremes
Sometimes I think that sanity is just a passing fad
A man could go quite mad

Unblessed are the dull
One ceaseless, peaceless lull
One wond'rous night
Storm-struck thund'rous light
Will cast me right
A sculptor lacking arms
A sorc'ror lacking charms
A fiend who frightens no one for there's no one that he harms
Whose clutches clutch at only desp'rate respite
From this dim tableau!
Knowing this is so, I hide myself in thought
Where one cannot be caught
And feed on dreams that contradicts each edict I've been taught
And if someday I lose my way and mind, you'll find me glad -
A man could go quite, man could go quite
Man could go quite mad!