Young man
Trips on his hands
Kissing linoleum
Wishing his pension would come
Silver-hair in the big leather chair
Laughs and says, son, hold on,
You got at least thirty more years here
This is all?
Can this really be?
Somebody save me
And show me the beauty
Of what could ever possibly be
For someone as gone as me
(Back to safety)
Young lady
Smiles for the last time
At her secretary
Her imaginary dreams
Have been dropped officially
She crawls out the door
Climbs into the chariot
For one more long fumigated ride
She says, oh,
Could this really be?
Somebody save me
And show me the beauty
Of what could ever possibly be
For somebody as gone as me
Somebody save me
And show me the beauty
Of what could ever possibly be
For someone as gone as me
Young baby
Reads misery perfectly
Sees that Mommy smiles rarely
And Daddy can't seem to breathe properly
Baby says, I better start crying
While I still have time
They call me baby
Well doesn't that mean they have to
Save me
And show me the beauty
Of what could ever possibly be
For someone as young, as gone as me
Somebody pull me
Back to safety
Somebody, somebody please