I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter what sage advice he has to give
He's got a clumsy, outdated m.o. And he's come to a fork in the road And there is only one direction to go
Among the commuters, dwarfed by the skyscrapers I watch the countless millions fighting for space See hateful, petty acts, disjointed images, And can't believe that I'm one of the same race
We're all just struggling to cope And we come to a fork in the road As we watch our foundations erode There's only one direction to go
It's the way of the dodo Such a noble destiny It's the waltz of desperation Passed along to you and me The way of the dodo (It's the gray stuff in your head) (It's the pulse of the living and the voices of the dead)