Twenty years on and he still thinks He'll make a dent on the shrinking world But the pent-up way it works still stinks
The spinning of wheels has been enough To keep him occupied, keep him tough But there's no momentum, just the gravel and the spinning
Those who could help him disappear Saying "wish we could, but we'd interfere" After all, they have their own careers
Look up, look down, look out somehow Look through the blindfold Shake your fist and bet your soul You're in the way and the big wheels roll
No one gets on a leaky ship "Associations weaken one's place in history" He tells himself
He tells himself they're lame and weak But he only has himself to blame For being scatterbrained and quarantined
How can one fool one's self so long How can one hold the dream so tight He chokes it and provokes a wrong?
Look up, look down, lookout somehow Look through the blindfold Shake your fist and bet your soul You're in the way and the big wheels roll
He says "Damn the cool-headed and the setters of goals Who can feel no evil, no heat, no cold And who wouldn't know passion if it swallowed them whole
To whom true love is a left-brain risk For whom the giving of life is a needless myth Who cover their graves with monoliths
Cool heads prevail, and we'll become extinct Mutants too unfit to wish" That's the fallout of our fingerprints
Look up, look down, lookout somehow Look through the blindfold Shake your fist and bet your soul You're in the way and the big wheels rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
