dressed up and nowhere to go i am looking for the mirror in the sky make me row my boat out to the sea but they knocking on my door again if i told you you wouldn t believe it tonight there s a roaring storm took some time for my eyes to reveal it now it seems that it won t go on when i wake and i go to my closet find something fresh to wear hoping i open up the door now seems that the cupboard is bare it s the same old soul the same old song the same old role it s the same old soul the same old song the same old wrong now i m taking time down the roadblocks i can t stop no no the same old song dressed up and nowhere to go i am looking for the mirror in the sky make me row my boat out to the sea but they knocking on my door again yo i m not a gangster i m not a beggar i m not a i m not a pimp i m not a prankster i m not an actor not a fighter i m a just a man that makes the crowd push up your lighter been chopping down blocks things never stop tica tica tock and say oh the day we gon lie listen to the radio just fly freeze the frame what s her name play the game but got no fame i m all dressed up this evening with no real place to go with all these human beings putting on a show