You're split right in two Your convictions lie between When I need help and I'm heading your way Both of your halves turn the same shade of grey
Here I am alone on the street With hundreds of people whose eyes never meet The looks that I get are to say This social disorder-some things never change.
Hurry up and take your time Don't make waves you'll be just fine Make sure your interests don't
When you scream outrages all I say is tame You stumble blindly I don't really care. It's my street, too, so stay