And muted by the paints of sky
On the horizon birds fly
But noone cares to look

Youth reminds us of old
Buildings block more than they hold
Pollution stains our fear

Workers walk as the telephone talks
Money drives down every block
Where it stops, nobody knows

Factories smoke as the child chokes
Pedals turn the greasy spokes
Rusty towards the gate

And the little blue boat drifts away
Under silent skies and seas of rage
Through the smoke filled days of air that's haze
Beyond the eyes that cried spoiled rain

Peace of mind is hard to find
Long lines and construction signs
Horns blow, people crave

Falling apart in disrepair
Years and years of wear and tear
Abandoned buildings everywhere

Sign says "keep away
Only the bombs can stay
No man's land, no child's play"

Societies machine - it's out of control
Run aground and dig a hole
Deeper as deep can go

And the little blue boat drifts away
Under silent skies and seas of rage
Through the smoke filled days of air that's haze
Beyond the eyes that cried spoiled rain

Beyond the eyes that cried spoiled rain