There's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane
And it isn't even christmas
he sees a note
in the obituary that his
last friend has died
There's an infant clinging
to his overweight mother
in the cold
as they go to
shop for cigarettes
and she spends her last dollar
for a bottle of vodka
for tonight
and I guess it struck a nerve
like I had to squint my eyes
you can never get out
of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a patch of unburned green
like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve
<Interlude>
Every day I wander
in negative disposition
as I'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well
that I am not alone
Introverted I look
to tomorrow for salvation
but I'm thinking altruistically
and a wave
of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone
and I guess it struck a nerve
sent a murmur through my heart
We just haven't got time
to crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
<Interlude>
I try to close my eyes
but I cannot ignore the stimuli
if there's a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life
Cause I guess it struck a nerve
2nd voice it struck a nerve
like I had to squint my eyes
you can never get out of the
line of sight
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born