People look at me as I am driving by
People look at me as I am looking down, a sign in their hand,
somehow they lost their master plan
The penny less bogarts roam and shy away
The fruits of their labor , a bitter taste, on the curb they stay.

The darkness of their eyes, needing the eye of life, simple no strife
the shift in their ripple, a simple twist, a burst of light
To wipe out the figments of their dillusion, not to mention carbon intrusion
My oh , how they try. My oh my, we still drive by.

Remember it could be you, messed up laying in departed goo
Would you help yourself, or one who can not do, take the step to start a new?
I write them a letter in my mind, one written on a road long ago.
Sit no more, advance if you can, deliver yourself, take a stand, jump up rediscover your soul!!!!

If you can't I truly understand, Since you can't I will lend a hand and drop another pile of corporate coins in your humbled bowl.