The city streets
I walk alone
People passing by
With measured steps
And steady gait
No-one meets my eye

They turn without seeing
Away from my path
I journey on with ease
My destination unknown
But what does it matter
My therapy's walking the streets

Through wind or calm
Or rain or shine
Or sun hidden in the clouds
I'll still walk on
My head held high
But alone within the crowds

Bodies, so many bodies
Pressing closer
Shoving
Pushing
Surrounded on all sides,
Can't breathe

Yet I must breathe,
Must force my way through
Onward, ever onward
Giving as good as I get
Push for shove,
Shove for push,
Nearer, nearer...

Black and white clad masses
Lash at me as I pass;
I brave the sharp stabs,
The cackling,
The hooting...
Must succeed,
Must get through!

Weary,
Stumbling,
I arrive at my goal.
Bright eyes turn to me,
My love speaks...

Crowds chase me over the edge,
yet i enjoy it just as much as they.
its just a litle game we play.
i get back up and dust on down,
but now the crowd has a frown
now the game has turned bad
cause the crowd, it got mad
so now i run, and with no smile
for now i run, the dead man's mile

crowds of people surroud me
tides of the mob confoud me

metaphors of sociology
observation of the Them
too consumed with escapology
and thats just the problem

too different an opinion
from the teeming masses
i wont be the vogue's minion
wont divide 'em into classes