the imitation wore a colorful habit
riding in the glow of the tv static
taking out the trash to the man
give the people something they understand

a stickman flashing a fine-line smile
a Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style 
rich man in a poor mans clothes
the permanent installment of the daily dose

and you tell people they're too paranoid
but it's only you they must avoid
fast asleep in a small reality
boring as a [bad word] you take too regularly

the athlete's laugh; the broken [bad word] 
the first [bad word] love that failed because you felt too much
night brought you to no decision
but to execute every day with precision

happy holidays, said sad savior
the leaving lover that I still favor

you gave me rhetoric
no sympathy
the saddest song, a symphony
but i don't expect
anyone to quite connect
my broken heart together

now I'm a policeman directing traffic
keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing
on your way to some everlasting...

everlasting waving hand
everlasting waving hand
everlasting waving hand
everlasting waving hand
everlasting waving, everlasting waving