Your face is a mess and your head is on fire
But so what?
Your shoes are untied, but you still run outside
But so what?
The clock in your room wakes you up far too soon
But so what?
Falling out of the trees, falling down to your knees
But so what?

So you ran inside of your room
But you find that you're not alone
but so what?

The blood in the breeze makes a noise in the trees
But so what?
The look in your eyes is the price of your lies
But so what?
The best of your skills won't pay all your bills
But so what?
Sure that you could not stay when you should
But so what?

So you ran inside of your room
But you find that you're not alone
But so what?

So you ran inside
The little girl inside
She said, "so what?"

So it's one for the money, and two for yourself
But so what?
The strength you find in numbers add very little wealth
but so what?

You're screaming out to strangers what you quietly see
As long as you go crazy, you can go with me
Just a smile is your reply, such a cold mystery
But so what?

So you ran inside to tell mom
But you never found anyone
But so what?

So what?

-- The Curtain Society, "Blood in the Breeze" (November, 1988) --