What everybody plans to do?
Where everybody's going to?
They're out there on the street
They got shoes I can't afford
On their quick, fast feet
They have unmodified irises
Behind their opaque lenses
behind barbed wire fences
They have somewhere to go
They have somewhere to look
They got this high -end electronic stuff
I wouldn't know how to work
I said, hey, can you tell me
What everybody plans to do?
Where everybody's going to?
Don't know where everybody's going,
I don't know where they're thinking
There seems to be some secret
But I just don't seem to get it, man,
Say, hey, can you tell me
What everybody plans to do,
what everybody plans to do?
where everybody's going to?
I've got an upright piano
that's a block of my door
But my fingers don't obey me,
I've chains around my ankles
that are made out of spaghetti
and there's so much confetti
Well, I try to make sense of it,
but my eyes start to bleed
Every single page is impossible to read
What everybody plans to do
Where everybody's going to
waiting on the weather report, yeah
waiting on the weather report, yeah
Ow! I'm just sitting here
waiting on the weather report, yeah
waiting on the weather report, yeah
waiting on the weather report
waiting on the weather report, yeah
waiting on the weather report, yeah
Ow! I'm just sitting here
waiting on the weather report
waiting on the weather report
waiting on the weather report
I'm sitting here waiting on the weather report