These Are Not My People

First your mama and your papa sent you to the finest

school.

Never let it be said that their little darlin' was a

fool.

So with a credit card in your good name

You were drawn like a moth to a flame

to the people of the night

Where you more or less lost your cool.

Well, you had 20/20 vision and still you were walkin'

'round blind.

Yes, and whether right or wrong, I'd still tag along

behind.

But you're flyin' too high for

And if this is how it's got to be

Then it's time to say you go your way

And I'll go mine.

It's been a gas.

But I'm gonna have to pass.

These are not people.

No. These are not my people.

And it looks like the end, my friend.

Gotta get in the wind, my friend.

You found yourself naked in the world with no place to

hide.

Then you felt the pulse of your god, and he had died.

And all your rebels that have got no cause

And all your tigers that have got no claws

They promised you the world on a string, but you know

they lied.

Well, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac

limousine.

But I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean.

Cause when you fall down from off your cloud

And you're just another face in the crowd

They're gonna throw you away like last week's

magazines.

Party pals and sociable gals.

These are not my people.

No. These are not my people.

And it looks like the end, my friend.

Gotta get in the wind, my friend.

And it looks like the end, my friend.

Gotta get in the wind, my friend.