Some people spend a lot of time
Drinking cheap whiskey and beer
And living holed up inside
Their homes with all their fears
I cut a line, you cut me some slack
You built a wall between
You and me and you painted it black
Now you only love a machine
1, 2 everybody knew that you were not to be trusted with that
3, 4 trying to find some more of the gold and the glory that everybody had before
Thunder claps and you try to relax
Thinking of the lights in the sky
Reflections of the stars in the billboards and the cars
And the river keeps passing you by
5, 6 building out of sticks a box to pack away the thoughts I thought I hid
7, 8 will keep from being late and somehow find time to recreate it all