A hangman's gun under a salesman's sky
Red window white window blue window
I see my face through a mirror of mud and clay

What's this whole world coming to
People like me people like you

There's three lone wolves going over a hill
Forward and back and standing still
Addicted to hope or whatever they've seen as real

Another round peg in an earthen hole
Another guy loose in a fish-type bowl
I'd give the next five years not to know how it feels

What's this whole world coming to
People like me people like you

I'm so far out
I'm miles in doubt
Trying to get my arms around the whole wide world
The whole wide world

What's this whole world coming to
People like me and people like you
What's this whole world coming to
People like me
People like you

People like me
People like you