catbird seat

it's lofty there
it must be nice
to know what's best
never thinking twice
and you look down
from your heights
so high
that we all look like ants
to you

oh, you rant and rave
and issue your decrees
and you believe
we should be on our knees
from that catbird seat
from your gilded throne
we just all look like ants
to you

with our tiny problems
and our tiny fears
you can't hear our pleas
with your deafened ears
and you wonder why
you feel so alone
but inside your heart you know
yes, you know

we just all look like ants
to you