Yeah, that was me with the doves…

Setting them free near the factory,
Where you built your computer love.

 

I hear some people, been talkin’ me down…

Bring up my name, pass it ’round.
They don’t mention the happy times
They do their thing, and I’ll do mine.

Ooh baby, it’s hard to change
I can’t tell them how to feel.
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later it all gets real.

Walk On

 

With a one way ticket to the land of truth…

And my suitcase in my hand,
How I lost my friends,
I still don’t understand.