Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected. Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall.. It's open season on the weak and the feeble. Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury.
Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight. Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights. The way she tears into the heart makes me realise.
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall. Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall. The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.. Found a bird caught in the machinery, set it free and watched it go. Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky.
Time passes slow, fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow, the giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands. Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans.