Magazines
Human beings
Modern books
They aren't what they were
Hopes and dreams built on scenes
Once big enough to fill up rooms
In the streets
Mind your feet
Don't let go
And don't you wander off
On your own
Don't you know
I left no trail to lead you home
Yesterday
It puzzles me
Now today I don't believe
Sad and sorry for the changes we've made
Milking out what's been done before
I'm part of the problem
Politics
All is fixed
Like those ads that follow you around
Privacy
In your dreams
Soon claimed like your whereabouts
Yesterday
It puzzles me
Now today I don't believe
Sad and sorry for the changes we've made
Milking out what's been done before
I'm part of the problem