What of it all.
Think you’ll find it
Seeing so blindly.
You’re all beat up now
Just look at you.
I listened as the cars went by
Felt the breeze from the window in my room
As I lay in bed
Thinking to myself.
Thinking to myself..
The multitudes they stare and shout
Nobody knows
They don’t know what they want
Tunnel visioned, angry
Time draws near
and what have you got
An empty hand
I look over
Emptiness in the streets
The multitudes…
It’s dark outside
I take a walk
Feeling the breeze on my face
The sidewalk under my feet..
