| Take a walk to the new town, take a look around |
| Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound |
| They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside |
| Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried |
| And the bodies go by barely half awake |
| Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come |
| It’s such a nice environment I’m in |
| I wonder why I’m here and the bodies go by barely half awake |
| All but the few ever notice anything at all, oh dear |
| All but the few ever notice anything at all |
| I’ve got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap |
| The second hand really moves quite fast, I’d never thought of that |
| And then I pick my picture book to compensate outside |
| It’s back to fiction once again, I could have cried |
| And the bodies go by barely half awake |
| Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come |
| It’s such a nice environment I’m in |
| I wonder why I’m here and the bodies go by barely half awake |
| All but the few ever notice anything at all, oh dear |
| All but the few ever notice anything at all |