(Music: Gordy Axt, Nick Stika, Sam Mullins  Lyrics: Sam Mullins)

The only thing we had to fear
was the end of the magic my dear
When real life comes crashing in
Like that film with Dinero, my friend.

You calculate the half life
of a person with your disease
You worry days, you worry nights
You’re seeing things that nobody sees

Anhedonia, Anhedonia
I could be your circus clown
Your jester and your mime
I could practice falling down
If you could see that laughter’s not a crime

There’s more to life than Tolstoy
and the problems of the working class
Sometimes I feel like an altar boy
at a never-ending mass.

Anhedonia, Anhedonia
I could be your circus clown
Your jester and your mime
I could practice falling down
If you could see that laughter’s not a crime

I’m watching Bugs and Daffy
When you grab the remote control
So many news shows,
So many photos of starving young children,
It must take a toll.

Anhedonia, Anhedonia
I could be your circus clown
Your jester and your mime
I could practice falling down
If you could see that laughter’s not a crime

I could be your Lenny Bruce
Your Groucho Marx and Harpo, too
I could drive away your blues
If you could see that laughter’s not a crime.

(Music and Lyrics – Sam Mullins)

You saw the me
That used to be
I found the you
That no one knew

We lead our parents’ lives
We live a compromise
We do the best we can
Pretend we had it planned

It was pretty damn cold the night you told me
You thought I was a.o.k.
It was  20 below when I let you know
That I felt the same way
But it’s been warm since then,
Warm since then,
Oh so warm since then.

It took a couple of years
to figure it out
And too many beers
to kill off my doubt

I wrote a note today
With all the things to say
A message in the sand
To show I understand

It was pretty damn cold the night you told me
You thought I was a.o.k.
It was  20 below when I let you know
That I felt the same way
But it’s been warm since then,
Warm since then,
Oh so warm since then.

I hope you find your way into the Mystic
As the Irishmen said many years ago
And if your friends say just be realistic
See how many gather round your home
When that fog horn blows.

If life was always fair
No worries and no cares
We’d buy a boat for two
and sail into the blue.

It was pretty damn cold the night you told me
You thought I was a.o.k.
It was  20 below when I let you know
That I felt the same way
But it’s been warm since then,
Warm since then,
Oh so warm since then.