There's too many people
All in cars driving single file
Racing to the stop light.
All filled with a self-important mission.
You have dreams, just like everyone else.
And you all live with your eyes shut.
Maybe that's just my belief.
Maybe my eyes are so shut
I'm dreaming.
But if so, why are you here?
And we could all be so much better
If only we were more aware of this and that
And the other thing
We could perfect the human condition.
Shut up idealists, your dream will never be
Wake up and smell reality.