Percy Faith

Mr. Percy Faith, is your masterpiece complete?

I'm in dire need of curing this headache

There are riots in the streets and we're still not on the moon

And I hear that you've been taken from the air waves

Joseph Raymond Coniff, I am writing from Seattle

Where they now have put a trademark on the rain

And having just arrived, I am staying by the airport

It was tough to find a room at the Hyatt Inn

Alice in disguises, Bill close taking hostage

Dear, Loretta, these are my demands

I'll be selling Arizona to the next potential buyer

Who comes in from the north in search of sand

Mr. Allen Sherman, I am writing from the future

Where the people never look you in the eye

And there is no need to talk and the sidewalks, they walk for you

I know everything and yet no one at all