limousine
He’s down on his luck, been there before.
Don’t use the direction up anymore.
Waiting for the light to turn go-green.
Red's the only color that he’s seein'.
Rich man, poor man bumming a ride,
Trying to make it to safety before flood tide.
He is frozen in time, frozen in space.
When he looks in a mirror, he can’t see his face.
Distance is big, sometimes small.
Either way it don’t matter, he don’t get there at all.
Rich man, poor man bumming a ride,
Trying to make it to safety before flood tide.
He once knew the answers to getting through the day
But like the light they’ve all faded away.
He once knew the happiness of companionship
Now black water covers where it has slipped.
Rich man, poor man bumming a ride,
Trying to make it to safety before flood tide.
Just by chance we met the other day
Happened to be going in opposite ways.
He talked about this, I talked about that.
There’s many a word can fill up a chat.
He got back into his limousine.
I thought about a painting called, "the scream".
Sometimes it’s yourself that you must transcend.
Sometimes you’re so far down you can’t get back up again.
Rich man, poor man bumming a ride,
Trying to make it to safety before flood tide.