Chinese Blues

The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road And he watched as the sun went down Falling on the building Swallowing the children It's the gun in your back It's the heart attack It's the way you look back before you step out In time to see the number of the bus that's running you down A million lonely people with their bead in the sand Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand Waiting on somebody just to give them a hand You're designed to fall apart on the day the warrenty ends And you try but you just can't stop Running round in circles Knocking over hurdles It's the knife in your back It's the heart attack It's the way you look back before you step out In time to see the shadow of the one that's cutting you down A million lonely people with their bead in the sand Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand Waiting on somebody just to give them a hand The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road And he watched as the lights came on below And the children were sleeping And the women were weeping There was nobody keeping him here