SIGNS OF SOCIETY
Businessman, 30 years
Briefcase in his hand
Going home, on the bus
Gets inside, the door slams
Throws his coat, in a chair
Checks his messages
Breathing in, hot, stale air
He just needs to go lie

Down in the tub
Down below the water
Washing the dust of the day off himself
Down in the tub
Where no one can reach him
Listening to nothing but his own breath

These are the signs of society
Wreaking havoc in our streets
We look upon them with apathy
Our minds are strong, our bodies weak

Working girl, drives her car
Picking up her kid
Soccer mom, smiles and waves
Buckles up, the belt clicks
Puts her foot to the floor
Driving fast and free
Kid in back, happy face
Smiling as the wind blows

Through the window
Roaring as they're passing
Landscapes of grey in this jungle of man's
Through the window
Looking into nowhere
Streaks of the world in which business is born

These are the signs...

We are live, in this world
Which we made for us
Do we care, no we don't
We just walk along - 
We go on, with our lives
Nevermind the others
Tell me now; do you mind?
Will you try to change it?

Changing the world
Try to move the people
Letting the strength of the mind wander free
Changing the world
Helping them to listen
Listen to something besides their own breath