Jaywalker - Blast Furnace

I can’t keep to the sidewalk

The street cats scream their fright

Try to cross without looking

Don’t know wrong from right

The traffic’s got the right of way

I can’t stand being spied on

You know, each car has a face

Can’t find one to rely on

I can’t stand the pace

The traffic’s got the right of way

Safe and sound in an empty room

Peace and quiet in the afternoon

I’d like to know what’s going on

But it’s easier said than done

When you mind is on the run — on this own

It’s not easy…

Sip some tea, try to figure out

The times I’ve turned my head

And made things worse instead of better

It’s a strange game

You always end up with the same answer

Can’t even tie my own laces

Tried and tried with no success

Have a job counting three paces

God Almighty — what a mess!

I’ll never make it anyway