Post War Saturday Echo

The city is a ravin' neon nightmare

Freudian symbols lay my soul bare

And every way I turn

Electric hoardings burn

And words that mean nothing

Are endlessly rushing

Telling me nothing I really wanna learn

A million lonely people in a hurry

Sharin' nothin' but a burden of worry

They're goin' nowhere at all

They're runnin' at a crawl

And of all the faces near to me

Only one ever speaks to me

And that's the face of the clock on the wall

You've got to run so hard

Just to stay where you are

You've got to work

You've got to earn

You've got to spend

The more you have, the more you want

A spiral without end