Asking all the questions
Making no connections
Drifting through hollow checkout lines
Headed no direction
Diced up into sections
On the freeway one more time
The voice of news resigns
Information to compel and sell
But way up in my head, I’m feeling fine
I’m just cruising on
Just like ten thousand lost songs
In another paradigm
Coming from a different time
Having these big conversations
That never reach their destinations
No communication
In these words of mine
In these words of mine
I’m just cruising along
In an ocean wide and plumb
Smiling youthful faces
Silent waves, and graces
Criminal, a generation behind
Inside feels like dying,
Crying, trying to remind
Crying, trying to remind
Sighing, sharing caring,
Reaching out deaf and blind
Reaching out deaf and blind
Asking all the questions
Used to give directions
Out front and headed up the line
Singing songs, and making deals
On the stage and in Time square
In Halls and hearts made it shine
Cities crashing to the ground
Unknowing eyes hear no sound
Language foreign,
No more reason in the Rhyme
No more reason in the Rhyme
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