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Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

Comments

B. Perky said…
Hey kid, you were just a baby when that album came out. Hard to think of Pink Floyd as cultural history.
June 2, 2011 at 3:24 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
I was (still am?) just a kid! But I can still appreciate Vivaldi and Mozart, even though I wasn't around when they were. At least Pink Floyd is still around... :D
June 3, 2011 at 6:12 AM
B. Perky said…
You are so right. I keep forgetting that Mozart was the King of Pop.
June 3, 2011 at 9:07 AM
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