Oh what you find sad no doubt
I laugh and tip my hat about
The ostrich and the sands of time
Lost its head in a game designed
By a million feeble passersby
Hiding in their own delight
Addicted to the expectation
Confounded by the outcome
The pilgrim is on vacation
Fat lethargic and outnumbered
If you could you would you know
Be sure to sell your true self glow
To the ostrich and the sands of time
Abandoned in its shaded prime
Addicted to the expectation
Confounded by the outcome The pilgrim is on vacation
Fat lethargic and outnumbered