Up and down the East coast
Is pretty much the same
All in a state of comatose
From Southern Florida to Northern Maine

And if you take a left
You find yourself out West
From the East to in-between
Blank stares are all you pass

It's hard to find a person that
You feel really cares
Not quite sure if we're done yet
But we're getting there

The same I think is going on
Other places in this world
We all want to be left alone
But loneliness is not the cure

We socialize and still we find
There's no one we really know
As we never make it face to face
Locked tight inside our homes

We all have our issues
Feel free to compare
Not quite sure if we're done yet
But we're getting there

Leaders say they have the answers
And we pay them well to tell
But corruption spreads like cancer
On good intentions road to hell

From every living continent
On all sides of the globe
People are more like sheepeople
Doing just as they are told

Baaaaaing out there complaints
That life is never fair
Not quite sure if we're done yet
But we're getting there