The Dodo

I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym

He's telling people how they're supposed to live

Nobody's listening to the politician

No matter what sage advice he has to give

He's got a clumsy, outdated M O

And he's come to a fork in the road

And there is only one direction to go

Among the commuters, dwarfed by the skyscrapers

I watch the countless millions fighting for space

See hateful, petty acts, disjointed images

And can't believe that I'm one of the same race

We're all just struggling to cope

And we come to a fork in the road

As we watch our foundations erode

There's only one direction to go

It's the way of the dodo, such a noble destiny

It's the waltz of desperation

Passed along to you and me

The way of the dodo

(It's the gray stuff in your head)

(It's the pulse of the living and the voices of the dead)