walking around, all over town
falling down the stairs; I'm-a-clown and people stare

Give it a rest.  Is this a test? 
Under duress I am doing the best that I can

running away; nowhere to stay
how can I say I'm fine a long way out of time

things change; people don't
plans change; I won't

stuff in my head; words that you said
the books I read don't help; cluttering up my shelf

Wipe off the dust; our public trust
all for a crust of bread' shuffle these shoes of lead

things change; people don't
plans change; I won't

things I do; things I say 
don't matter anyway

sun in sky; all-seeing eye
gets on my nervous side; safer to be inside 

the paints that I mix; don't seem to fix 
the yellowing plaster nicks; the clock is bored and ticks

Give it a rest; it's not your best
a fashion arrest is made; you call yourself a slave

shaking and cold; no warmth from the stove
it's for the best, I'm told; this is the goods I'm sold