lately in the evenings
I can no longer hear the stars
Their music gets drowned out
By hypocrites in cars

The feeling that we�re racin�
To something somehow better
Makes me feel I�ve been found out
Makes me crazy, makes me bitter

The latest breaking story
On the eleven o�clock news
Doesn�t change a goddam thing
It�s always the same untruth

And lately in the evenings
I can no longer stand the noise
Of screaming souls in the bodies of men
With the minds of little boys

If memories matter so much,
why do we dial machines to keep in touch?