115. Pictures

Painting pictures of days gone past
I hate to say that the life is long dressed
And I'm waiting on the future
Forever waiting on the future of man.

All alone I drive down the same streets
I have yet to meet
A better individual
Than you.

I still wade along
Hoping to seccumb to the
Void shown inside
Your own soul.

All alone I drive down the same streets
I have yet to meet
A better individual
Than you.

So put yer boots on on betray
Those half yer age
Steel the show
Let it go and become:
The age of hypocrasy to some.
We stand alone
Ashamed.
Wondering who's left to blame.

The world is ours
Yet we devour
The Consulate technology
That life throws our way.

All alone I drive down the same streets
I have yet to meet
A better individual
Than you.

So put yer boots on on betray
Those half yer age
Steel the show
Let it go and become:
The age of hypocrisy to some.
We stand alone
Ashamed.
Wondering who's left to blame.

And I stand in this minefield
With no vagrant shield.
Out in a country of less hope.
I don't know how I'll cope.