Caught me

The useless man puts out his hand to paint dreams on a canvass o fair

And I understand for it is my soul that paints him right there

I drop a coin into his cup as I walk on by

And he says to me you will be free the moment you decide

And I go on my way

Like a victim of the day

That working class has caught me

I’m planning my escape

And though most folk ignore me

I’ll soon be on my way

I’ll soon be on my way

The early mornings and late nights

Cut lines into my skin

And I tread the sidewalk to a rhythm

That never ends

But I meet a smile that breaks the noise

In my masquerade

Now I can ignore what lies in store with the grief of a working day

I see dreams and other ways

But still a victim of the day