Well where do the people go? They must go somewhere!
I see them in the mornings, I see them everywhere
I watch them trot along across the road without a care
Flashing red lamps, screaming birds and spinal cordal tear
I'm not afraid to die, but I used to be. Back in prison,
where you're someone's dog unless you fight them.
Even then you end up with a broken nose and a reputation.
I never wanted to be anything like the hordes.
Where does time go? It seems to desert me
Strands me on the highway and then leaves suddenly,
with no warning and no last traces to be seen
Oasis of water, false vision of dreams.
Give me a little mescaline, I used to say
It was my way, I howled, or none at all!
They'd let me in for a while, eventually
I'd sing, I'd sway, and finally, fall.
Where does life go? My bones feel as if they might snap.
I am a caged bird, never free, never able to fly
Even if the door was unlocked now, I'd still be trapped
My wings will stay broken 'til the day that I die.
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The first part reminds me of how I always wonder where the people are going when I watch the cars drive by.
And the end, about the caged bird... Wow.
I wonder the same thing~