My friends (who’ve quit on me) always end up asking me the first two questions in these lyrics — because I apparently need to calm down as they have — and I always reply about the same as the song, from this state of cynical and sarcastic realization: this Superman has too many problems to solve. In other words, I can’t calm down for the same reason I didn’t just stay down on the farm and listen to my old man. I’m not meant for that or to know people that want to live denying the darknesses that surround them when they ought to re-find their youthful innocence, and be inspired to create light — or “be too young to be singing the blues.”

When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can’t hold me forever
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for your friends to open
This boy’s too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you’ll do then
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground