In Friday's tie-dye nightmare I was trying to get from here to there Walking to, passing through people everywhere I got on at my station, running through the fire Looking for an elevation that would get me a little higher
News of people dying, someone lying on the stair Crying for the nation, can we offer up a prayer There'll be a coronation, a fancy dress affair We'll be lined up in formation, but we won't be going anywhere
Down the hellhole, trying to make my way I couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delay The man was apologetic as he turned his head to say Sorry, kid, you're not gonna make it home today Hey mister, why'd you take my ticket away Even more to the point, how come I let you I could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to stay I wish I knew a way I could forget you
I didn't read the fine print, y'gotta be on the ball Some days I'm less confident, up against a wall I wonder where my mind went, I should have made the call I like to think I'm innocent, but then, don't we all
I got to the next location, hoping for the best But another situation put me to the test A man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red vest Had fallen on the track and no one even got depressed Or even guessed he wasn't putting on an act Someone said he'd drunk too much 'Cause he was lying on his back It was also duly noted that he happened to be black There was a serious lack of anything right at all here
What's the difference--I didn't stop The very least I could have done was call a cop But I passed the news vendor, pursuing my agenda And I like everyone else, I dropped the ball here
Still trying to get home, I saw a telephone And put some coins I had found They were supposed to work, they did for the man beside me But when I dropped them in, they wouldn't go down
What is going on here Will I ever know the truth How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy's youth Story after story of disaster barely missed You see, common miracles somehow do exist And anyone can be kissed by lady fortune
So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my wallet in Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried my girl child in Funny she didn't cry, she wasn't scared at all She could see a happy outcome in the patterns on the wall
And y'know The next train was the right one, but not for the vested man I try, but there's too many things I'll never understand Y'gotta keep on going knowing someone's got a plan For Friday's tie-dye nightmare and Monday's promised land And there it isTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
