It's the strangest thing Must be a waking dream The strangest thing Or the latest invention Reflections Holographic projections Some cruel trick Or pharmaceutical deception Through the downtown crowds in the rainy streets You were walking around…

Every Monday in a clean white shirt Greeting strangers with a smile Believing things are for the best Not stressing about the rest Searching for some kind of grace To wipe the scowl from my face Waiting for the day I'll hear them say…