We're growing less and less alike You in the suit, you on the bike Are your intentions pure or sundry? Did you find the fountain, are you still hungry? Me, I got a light I like to shine When certain happenings are mine But it's hard to keep a steady rhyme On a busking beggar's drink and dime We're turning corners, we're turning mean We're busy working on Rube Goldberg machines Ain't nothing perfect, we do alright We pick a road and take it home at night The church bell doesn't miss a chime Your mortal feet must keep the time So it's hard to keep an open mind To all the things you left behind