The telephone is ringing on and off the wall
and there are Fed-Ex packages stacked in the hall
Were I to shave, my face would rub my razor raw
It's been so long
And I don't use my hands or feet or voice at all

Nobody gets to know what I'm doing
Nobody gets to know what I'm up to
Nobody gets to guess what I'm thinking
Nobody wants to know what I'm thinking

I told you all about the time that cats broke in
and I'll be damned if I let them do that again
That's why I'm taking special steps to keep myself all to myself
My head is heavy with the notions it befriends

The road at night is calling me to drive and drive
into the tunnel vision of my ancient mind
The humans scurry to their nests as soon as their sun lays to rest
and then it's mine again and that's the reason why I said

Nobody gets to know what I'm doing
Nobody gets to know what I'm up to
Nobody gets to guess what I'm thinking
Nobody wants to know what I'm thinking

Each man's an island and each woman is a boat
to ferry them from isolation back to hope
Sometimes I think that would be nice
and other times I'm quite alright
with having coconut and crab leg every night

Because

Nobody gets to know what I'm doing
Nobody gets to know what I'm up to
Nobody gets to guess what I'm thinking
You don't want to know what I'm thinking