Bob's Song

Bob's Song, written by a particularly obsequious follower, provides a glimpse into the Bob mythology. It was invariably performed at parties and other gatherings. Bob (and most everyone) would become highly emotional at these performances. My comments are interspersed in bold: 

The house was filled with emptiness
For that New York City boy
All he wanted was happiness
He thought life could be joyful

But he knew he couldn't hang on
To what he hoped might be
He had to go on searching
Like a sailor on the sea

So he took his heart out in the streets
Looking for a friend   
Faces left in windows
But there's freedom round the bend

Bob's inability to find a friend was a constant theme. That's because in Bob reality, nobody was capable of being his equal. (It's lonely at the top!)

Westward towards Denver
Pacific bound they say
Chasing truth and dreams along the way

With nothing much to guide him
He set out young and strong
Learning from who and where he could
And then just moving on

And with no one to hold on to
The man was free to be
No one came between him
And the things that he could see

He took his heart out in the street
Saw a lot
Along with joy and laughter
Saw some things he'd rather not

Saw the lonely and the crazy
A child lost in pain
Reflections of that child in every man 

With ideas born from listening
And a feeling of his own
A way of life grew up inside
A path was clearly formed  

Leading to the formation of The Environment

A way for man to live his life
Without those chains that bind
Free that frightened child
That we've all locked up inside

So he took his heart out in the streets
Told everyone he saw
Shouted from the rooftops
And he wrote it on the wall

But can you feel his sadness
When the truth was finally told
No one seemed to really want to know

Bob never got the recognition as a theorist that he felt he deserved. In Bob reality, his body of work was too radical for the conventional, narrow-minded thinkers who dominate the field.

Now a cynic's choice when faced with pain
Is to leave his world behind
Lose himself and the things he loves
Find fences to hide behind

But indifference was a feeling
That the man just could not bare
Had to keep on moving
There was just to much to share

So he took his heart out on the street
The only life he knew
Going back inside himself
Was the thing he could not do

People may not want to know
But someday someone might
He'd find the friend he's looked for all his life