What are you escaping from?
Mister lost
Muster up
The courage
To go home and disappoint
Wife, three kids and dog
Just a cog

Machines building machines
He takes the opportunity
To write a poem in movements
Slips onto the tube but
Flirtation takes him off again to
Chase a different taste
Drive himself to waste
Escape from wake

Another night
Take courage
A shit slogan
A shit beer
An old, cheap shirt
Expensive shoes
Bad cologne
Somehow drunk
Seems to know where to go (Drop in the bass)
Alone

Just likе the old man
Queuing up for a fresh pеncil
He's reminded of the storm
In his stomach
Queuing up for the bar
He's reminded of the tremor
In his life's work
Alcatraz
What are you escaping from?
Mister lost