Lying in the park down the road
A lollipop covered in a callous shell
For you to stare at
Wonder where it came from
Ask where it's going
And envy for all it's inanimate charm
"There's something in these cracks in the sand"
Something beyond all the ants, you mean?
The ones that mock you
Content with futility
A life with a purpose
No interest in what lies beyond their own sun
But you wouldn't dare go beyond all those things
'Cause that's exactly what they want you to do
And you can't have that
You are your own man
And you live for principle
Yeh you've got a conscience that works on it's own
Palm on your jawline
Elbow on your kneecap
Sat on a park bench at midday, alone