way in overhead
caught off guard by the gutter
everybody's spending his time
just building and making
someday someone will say, for what
nine to five in a blind alley
equals three sheets to the wind
can't remember when it started
don't know where that it endsand there's never a dull day
when you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlines
the front page hope is missingworking away on a rebuilt freeway
straight away from the slash and burn cities
hindsight is there
on a roadsign pointed nowhere
no one gets off here
no way to slow down
there's peace of mind somewhere
for every someone that never thinks about itand there's never a dull day
when you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlines
we're all listening
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