Knocking on doors
Wondering if anyone cares
My umbrealla flipping and my mind going with it
The rain mists my face
The clip board chained and anchored to my arm
Slam slam, waves against a ship
A belief system as small as a skiff
No no no, I'm living beyond my means
Besides I don't really care
Don't bother coming back
I care, isn't this an awful state of affairs
I will be there tell me when and where
Here have a glass of water and be off with you
