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 and 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, ha, I'd never thought of that
And then I pick up my picture book to compensate, and sighed
It's back to fiction once again, oh, 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
