Looking down at my reflection. In the puddle at my feet. Things don't seem so real down there. Or maybe I don't see. . I see no starvation. I don't see any pain.
Multi-million dollar. Exploration into space. While in the name of progress. This planet's laid to waste. Nation takes on nation. And is stepping up the pace.
Don't do the crime,. If you can`t do the time. It's said that it just don't pay.. But what good's working hard. When all they give you is your cards. And you know there's not much you can say..
A smile for every passing car. And when they stop with door ajar. She shrugs and whispers que sera. And turns her thoughts to the pillow. Her face is etched with memories.
1st floor decide what you'll be one day. With a head full of comment and nothing to say. 2nd floor mixed up it happens that way. Soon you realize that listening don't pay.
Seven on a Monday morning.. And it's a sunny day.. It's just too hot to be working. But you've got to pay your way.. . So here I am sitting at the bus stop.
The great flood of tears that we've cried. For our brothers and sisters who've died. Over four hundred years. Has washed away our fears. And strengthened our pride.