I'm washed up.
I'm shot down.
I can't believe
This is happening.
All my work
Gone to dust.
How can it be
That it's happening?

I hear talk
Behind my back,
But I can't tell
What it's saying.
Was I wrong?
Perhaps, I was.
I wish I could tell
What they're saying.

I see businessmen on buildings.
I see chaos on the street.
Looking up, I have to wonder
How the two of them shall meet.

I'd step up,
But it's too late.
EVerything I see
Is falling.
From the sky,
Down like rain,
Everything
Is falling.


More and more of them are jumping.
Did you see it on TV?
They were people from good families.
Captains of the industry.

I'm washed up.
I'm spit out.
I'm a refuge
From yesterday.
Nothing new
Under the sun.
Just some refuges
From yesterday.