when the curtains close the people go home and the lights get low i slip into my coat and venture into the unknown i walk a lonely road where people duck down when the cold winds blow and no one seems to know the folks that they pass as they go maybe i m the truth maybe i m a cheat maybe i m that dude that you saw on the street standing in a waiting line maybe i m just wasting time maybe i m a sinner maybe i m a saint maybe i m that dude that you saw down the way standing in a waiting line maybe i m just wasting time sometimes its like this city is a beast looking up from down below when i m walking on the streets and the people that i meet never look me in the eye they re too busy with the bills and they lack the nine to fives i just crack a little smile tip my hat and then i pass been practicing a while i m a master at the craft and i m guessing so are you but it doesn t make a difference the city got us cramped up and the city makes us distant just another misfit robbed of his ambeardion falling off the radar drifting off into the distance always on some mission always searching for a purpose whatever he does feel like he s scratching on the surface he just keeps trying trying to squeeze a diamond from a lump of coal people walking by him stare out at the silence cause they don t know so in my solitude i sit just like lady day once sat and the beard is in the place where my baby face was at looking back on all the days through my aviator frames all the characters are different but the play remains the same ain t it strange like my brother daniel taught me we re all born originals but end up like copies and all of the monotony got me feeling kind of stream lined just another drone buzz buzzing in the bee hive working for a queen who is getting senile treating everyone like shit and expecting a free ride from all us little average joes soldiers of the status quo living in the shadow of a city full of bad it s so 1