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