Living on the tip of the iceberg
It’s easy to forget
There is so much more below the surface of things
Fooling us into thinking
This is the real thing

We pay our homage to the golden calf
And rarely feel satisfied
It’s easy to become mesmerized
By all the glitter that covers everything in sight
And hides the real thing
I want the real thing

I am the drug you have taken
And now you have fallen asleep
I will seduce you into thinking
I am everything you will ever need

So many tangled dramas
We weave unconsciously
I know that when I feel depressed
I have strayed so far from the source of my being

It is the real thing
It is the real thing
It is the real thing
I want the real…thing.

Music and lyrics: ©Trudy Artman 2007