I've seen faces in the street
They talk and walk of nothing
I've known many restless summers
The sand dunes I imagine
A place without a postcard
Flower people were so beautiful
But straight and loud's the way
Good luck the beatnik spirit
The talk of politicians
The sentences of cynics
Are the sentences of childhood
They're all talking shit to me
Out-talked by the mass media
To pay the bills it lies
And the lies we eat with breakfast
Brave faces face the boardroom
The oak-stained walls fall silent
They leave lined with defeat
They got those tears in their eyes
Well it makes no sense to me
When we dance, when we dance
On the night, on the night
You saw me, I looked right
I was the one with my head in the cloud
Up and down, round and round
Why don't they understand
We're so ordinary too
I saw the exits closing now
Pain and passion's my point of view
Well there's nothing like the truth, oh yeah, oh yeah...
I've seen men that have been marked out
Ruled out by grim assassin
They fell hard on instant replay
And I'm never going there, no I'm never going there
Well the place I see so much better
So much better
Getting high, getting low
Well it makes no sense you know
I saw the exits closing now
Burning mountain, burning paper
Burning all around and later
Live