Bad Wisdom


Mother the doctor knows something is wrong
’cause my body has strange information
he’s looked in my eyes and knows I’m not a child
but he doesn’t dare ask the right question.

Mother my friends are no longer my friends
and the games we once played have no meaning
I’ve gone serious and shy and they can’t figure why
so they’ve left me to my own daydreaming.

What price to pay for bad wisdom?

Mother you’ve taught me the laws are so fine
if I’m good than I will be protected
I’ve fallen through the crack and there’s no getting back
and I’ll never trust whoever gets elected.

Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold
and it wasn’t what I was expecting
once I did think that I’d find comfort there
and instead you’ve gone hard and suspecting.

What price to pay for bad wisdom?

Suzanne Vega