An Outburst of Helplessness
The cold has rushed in on me like the winds from outerspace
That dash across this island and remind me I'm floating
On a barge of filthy suburbs where my concern is promoting
Nothing but myself. If it weren't for these kids I'd rip
Apart at the seams from inward-turning selfish power-trip
Mantras that pollute the air of New York City.
Fine fat paychecks for over-eating and sitting pretty
Make my distance from my origin even more taunting
So I lavish money on others to save myself from flaunting,
Or "getting too big for my britches" as mama warned
Me not to do, but I do, just to see if I can do it.
The journey of a thousand miles mocks me day and night
With sightless sounds from real-lives. I had it right
When I did wrong and missed the sunset for the fresh air.
Take the money, take the city, take me and take me back there!
