How do you feel
When you're trapped like a rat
By the side of the road
Sifting through the lead
For some glimmer of gold
How do you know
That the wheel keeps on turning
When you're not around
Will it still go around and around?
Who's got the inclination now?
Oh we'll find it
In our time
Smile and cross the wires
Show me the key
To a common mystique
Where you learn not to speak
Lest you seem indiscreet
Plotting out your retreat
And what's to be said
When you're dead on your feet
Like a living cliché
Time has made obsolete
Trading on
Some checkered reputation
Oh oh oh
I can't listen to you anymore
But I want you to know
Well your time is on the wire
On the wire
Out of the blue
Some trace of a vague transmission
Has made it through
The purest love you never knew
Was the warm embrace of a fool
But the sound of her voice is fading
And her face is receding from view
Oh I looked away
So little communicated
Yet so much to say
And a fear mere words
Could not convey
Can you feel the things that I do?
I can't see your face anymore
Hand on your heart now
Tell me something true