You're so damn nonchalant;
But it's your mind that I want.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Give ya delusions of grandeur;
And a evil eye;
Give you idea that;
You're too good to die
It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."
When we meet again;
Introduced as friends;
Please don't let on that you knew me when;
I was hungry and it was your world.
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
